Come - Sara Teasdale

Come, when the pale moon like a petal
Floats in the pearly dusk of spring,
Come with arms outstretched to take me,
Come with lips pursed up to cling.

Come, for life is a frail moth flying,
Caught in the web of the years that pass,
And soon we two, so warm and eager,
Will be as the gray stones in the grass.

This Heart - A Woman's Dream
The Giver
Come
Joy
Being Your Slave
My Delight and Thy Delight
Mystery
Love's Servile Lot