Come Not at Dawn

Anon.

Come not at dawn,

For I am weary when the morning breaks

After a long night spent in dreams of you.

Come not at noon

When footsteps clatter round the splashing well

And shrill tones jangle by the gatehouse door.

But come at night

When flowers of moonlight in the courtyard bloom

And moonlight shadows paint the orchid screen,

          One shadow yours—another shadow mine.