BARBARA FELL

Stephen, wake up! There's some one at the gate.

Quick, to the window ... Oh, you'll be too late!

I hear the front door opening quietly.

Did you forget, last night, to turn the key?

A foot is on the stairs--nay, just outside

The very room--the door is opening wide...

Stephen, wake up, wake up! Who's there? Who's there?

I only feel a cold wind in my hair...

Have I been dreaming, Stephen? Husband, wake

And comfort me: I think my heart will break.

I never knew you sleep so sound and still....

O my heart's love, why is your hand so chill?

Georgian poetry, 1920-22 · 第 85 / 188 题