o deferred dream! how you torture me; time
entraps me despite all my resolve to dwell
within the moment . . . o Love, o grand dream,
o feminine other, complement mine,
my longing has dimmed for you not a whit,
yet by test and test and resolve, patience
has grown. what is a week in the long view?
and yet an hour in angry silence unmans,
whereas a day filled with words kind between
tempers belief that, as with hell, paradise
exists here betwixt us, present as much
in this world as reputed to be in the next . . .
o deferred dream! what sweet anticipation,
what hope dawns in your long tardy twilight!
David M Pitchford
28 March 2012