O heavy day that comes with so much glee 
Out of the Eas 
It turquoises the silence of the sea 
And makes a feast 
Of blueness of the waves that shiver and fle
O heavy day because my love hath gone 
And taken away 
His white arms and his lips like poppies grown 
Athwart that day 
When I first saw him and felt my heart moa
My hands are stretched towards his coming, and 
He cometh no 
He seems a woman and his gesturing hand 
Too oft bath wrought 
Dreams of strange vice with him through my heart's san
He is scarce more than a chil His body is white, 
His arms lie bare 
Across my neck and cling like a delight 
Of which my share 
Is painful like a far sail in the nigh
Oh, love, return! All this is dreams of thee 
Return and wake 
My trembling frame to that vile misery 
That love doth take 
For his body when the lovers are such as w
Golden‑haired boy that cannot love me so
As I love him,
Look, life is short, our lips fad Ay, I know
I am ugly and dim
But love a little or see Love me and go
Yet love ere going, and then let me dream
On what was real while life fades and goes slo