Nocturne

At night, when all my thoughts return to one
Who’s always there beneath my topmost thought,
And grieving think on how I’d almost won
Her heart and love – then fall’n in Love’s glass court,
I wish she’d miss me now as I do her.
Though truer love would check this selfish wish
If I but a better man and lover were.

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One response to “Nocturne

  1. `allo! Better to remove the but from the last line, I think – scans better, don´t you think? Love, your ever (positively) critical Mamma xxxx

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