O, Sweet Sometime

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O, Sweet Sometime

O, sweet Sometime, the gardens bloom the while I wait;

Each moment melts a tear of joy before thy gate;

It is thy pleasure that I burn⁠—it is my fate,

O, sweet Sometime!

O, when the moment in this interval is born.

When through this sleeping splendor breaks the lingering morn,

And when thy sensual silence laughs my noise to scorn⁠—

O, sweet Sometime!

Spare me the vacant moment yet⁠—O just awhile;

Expectancy, thy sweetest daughter, will beguile

My yearning hours; the shades reflected by her smile

Are now my haunts, O sweet Sometime.

The waiting while, O sweet Sometime, I can enjoy;

Thy heralding shadows every beating pang destroy,

And with their breath of musk and myrrh my soul they cloy,

O, sweet Sometime!

I tremble, I forget, I throb when once I hear

The dying interval announcing thou are near;

A touch, a groan, a kiss and thou wilt disappear,

With bitten lip, O, sweet Sometime!

And then the memory⁠—O, how it will oppress!

Far sweeter is Expectancy⁠—ah, let me press

The vigor from her limbs to mine; I’ll yet caress

The waiting while, O, sweet Sometime!