Poems (Lambert)/The Tryst

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THE TRYST.
IWAITED full two hours, or more, Beneath the old pine tree,Where oft I've lingered twilight hours, Watching, my Love, for thee.
I waited till the shadows grew Like giants, grim and grey;I waited till night's coming chased The shadows far away.
I waited for, I knew not what; But, oh, I waited there,Hoping, perchance, some ray to find, To lighten my despair.
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A year ago last May, I sat Beneath the old pine-tree;My tryst was not a broken one, For, Love, you came to me
I waited, and my spirit called Thy spirit, Love, to me;No tryst was ever broken there Beneath the old pine-tree.
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