Ojira To Her Lover

I am waiting in the desert, looking out towards the sunset,

And counting every moment till we meet.

I am waiting by the marshes and I tremble and I listen

Till the soft sands thrill beneath your coming feet.

Till I see you, tall and slender, standing clear against the skyline

A graceful shade across the lingering red,

While your hair the breezes ruffle, turns to silver in the twilight,

And makes a fair faint aureole round your head.

Far away towards the sunset I can see a narrow river,

That unwinds itself in red tranquillity;

I can hear its rippled meeting, and the gurgle of its greeting,

As it mingles with the loved and long sought sea.

In the purple sky above me showing dark against the starlight,

Long wavering flights of homeward birds fly low,

They cry each one to the other, and their weird and wistful calling,

Makes most melancholy music as they go.

Oh, my dearest hasten, hasten! It is lonely here. Already

Have I heard the jackals’ first assembling cry,

And among the purple shadows of the mangroves and the marshes

Fitful echoes of their footfalls passing by.

Ah, come soon! my arms are empty, and so weary for your beauty,

I am thirsty for the music of your voice.

Come to make the marshes joyous with the sweetness of your presence,

Let your nearing feet bid all the sands rejoice!

My hands, my lips are feverish with the longing and the waiting

And no softness of the twilight soothes their heat,

Till I see your radiant eyes, shining stars beneath the starlight,

Till I kiss the slender coolness of your feet.

Ah, loveliest, most reluctant, when you lay yourself beside me

All the planets reel around me–fade away,

And the sands grow dim, uncertain,–I stretch out my hands towards you

While I try to speak but know not what I say!

I am faint with love and longing, and my burning eyes are gazing

Where the furtive Jackals wage their famished strife,

Oh, your shadow on the mangroves! and your step upon the sandhills,–

This is the loveliest evening of my Life!

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• Sonnet 133: Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 132: Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 131: Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 130: My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 12: When I do count the clock that tells the time by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 129: Th’ expense of spirit in a waste of shame by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• The Eolian Harp by Samuel Taylor Coleridge by Fledermaus
• Sonnet 32: If thou survive my well-contented day by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 31: Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 2: When forty winters shall besiege thy brow by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 29: When in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 28: How can I then return in happy plight by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 27: Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 26: Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 25: Let those who are in favour with their stars by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 24: Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 23: As an unperfect actor on the stage by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 22: My glass shall not persuade me I am old by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 21: So is it not with me as with that muse by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

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