I beg you. Please. DON’T COME BACK. Stay where you are. And I’ll stay where I am.
You are but a dream to me now. An illusion. An imaginary ‘prince’ in a make-believe story about someone who left and never returned, and someone who was left behind and waited forever.
So please, I beg. DON’T COME BACK. Stay where you are. And I’ll stay where I am.
…day after day…until I, too, fade away.
Bravely and truly
With such flair-
Lines and poesy,
I dare say that he,
The sun to my moon;
The song to my tune.
My heart's grief and sigh;
My soul's fire and lullaby.
The drop in the deep oceans
Rippling far and wide to shores,
Crashing upon rocks
Upon sand beaches and ice,
Waves and foams-
Like fire licking the cold air
Freezing and burning my nights.
By Sara Teasdale, 1884 – 1933
Look back with longing eyes and know that I will follow,
Lift me up in your love as a light wind lifts a swallow,
Let our flight be far in sun or blowing rain—
But what if I heard my first love calling me again?
Hold me on your heart as the brave sea holds the foam,
Take me far away to the hills that hide your home;
Peace shall thatch the roof and love shall latch the door—
But what if I heard my first love calling me once more?