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 48: How careful was I, when I took my way by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 47: Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 46: Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 45: The other two, slight air and purging fire by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 44: If the dull substance of my flesh were thought by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 43: When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 42: That thou hast her, it is not all my grief by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 41: Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 40: Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 3: Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 39: O, how thy worth with manners may I sing by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 38: How can my Muse want subject to invent by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 37: As a decrepit father takes delight by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 36: Let me confess that we two must be twain by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 35: No more be grieved at that which thou hast done by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 34: Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 33: Full many a glorious morning have I seen by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 74: But be contented when that fell arrest by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 72: O, lest the world should task you to recite by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

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