PATIENCE, little Heart.
One day a heavy, June-hot
woman
Will enter and
shut the door to stay.
And when your stifling heart would
summon
Cool, lonely
night, her roused breasts will keep the
night at bay,
Sitting in your room like two
tiger-lilies
Flaming
on after sunset,
Destroying the cool, lonely night with the glow of
their hot twilight;
There in the morning, still,
while the fierce strange
scent comes
yet
Stronger, hot
and red; till you thirst for the
daffodillies
With an anguished, husky thirst
that you cannot
assuage,
When the daffodillies are dead, and a woman of
the
dog-days holds you in
gage.
Patience,
little Heart.