Thou Cometh Poem by Fay Slimm

Early morn, midst moonlight flooding the room
I awake feeling thy presence my love. Thus
Arising from bed I forsake more sleeping
And betake me to casement, where, keeping
Sight of yonder light, high in night sky, dost
Wait. The stardust will bring thee hither soon.

I wouldst thee beckon yet again. Yearning
With heart astir, I see Love's coach, bedecked
By silvery dreams, now approach and descend,
Then alighting, thy dear face beams and ends
My chilly wait. So strongly affected
By welcome, I blush as my desires burn.

Whereon thou, gleaming with passion, and armed
With fire, soon hast me held, melting again
In embrace. Yielding upturned face to thine
I taste of thy kiss, drink nectar divine
And am lost. Thou, thus boldly obtaining
Mine ardour, unfold me more to thy charms.

Moonlighting trysts my lord, capture completely
Mine unlocked heart. Canst thou feel its strong beats?