Somewhere thou awaitest, br And I, with lips unkissed, br Weep that thus to latest br Thou puttest off our tryst! br br The golden bowls are broken, br The silver cords untwine; br Almond flowers in token br Have bloomed,---that I am thine! br br Others who would fly thee br In cowardly alarms, br Who hate thee and deny thee, br Thou foldest in thine arms! br br How shall I entreat thee br No longer to withhold? br I dare not go to meet thee, br O lover, far and cold! br br O lover, whose lips chilling br So many lips have kissed, br Come, even if unwilling, br And keep thy solemn tryst!br br Helen Hunt Jacksonbr br