Was The Tryst Forgotten? Poem by Salvie Rosales

I
I waited, Love. All Nature waited, too;
The dust of air for flower-scent and song,
The sky for moonlight and the earth for dew-
All lingered, looking to their love. Ere long,
The flowers wakened; in another while,
Moon came to kiss the bosom of the sky,
Dew lent to leaves the glimmer of a smile,
And all were happy in their hearts, but I-
Till I beheld how every blossom soon
Languorous drooped with satiate desire,
And witnessed, too, the waning of the moon,
The slow sad failing of its amorous fire.
Then was I glad my joy has been delayed
Since risen late it must the later fade.

II
Upon the grasses weary were my feet,
Weary my eyes with peering in the dark.
But O my heart anticipating sweet
Sweet joy lay singing lightly as a lark.
And, Love, I fretted having but a pair
Of eyes and arms and lips to greet you by,
Wished for a clustering of hearts to share
Felicities foreseen as drawing nigh.
But when you came not and the night was fleeted,
O solace sweet it offered me to own
Only two lips and eyes to feel defeated,
To meet the emptiness two arms alone,
Only one heart to feel beneath the pain-
To faint, to die, by disillusion slain!