Indifference by Edna St. Vincent Millay — Read

I said,-for Love was laggard, oh, Love was slow to come,- / "I'll hear his step and know his step when I am warm in bed;

But I'll never leave my pillow, though there be some / As would let him in-and take him in with tears! " I said.

I lay,-for Love was laggard, oh, he came not until dawn,- / I lay and listened for his step and could not get to sleep;

And he found me at my window with my big cloak on, / All sorry with the tears some folks might weep!