I stood below in the lane

I stood below in the lane

to please him;

the nightingales were singing

in all the windows

and I stayed there alone

in the glare of the lightning,

until night gave way

and then I snuck home, freezing.

The dew is now gone

from my cheeks

and I have loosened

my abundant curls.

Would that a storm had come,

caught me up in itself,

and bore me off to heaven,

far away from this world of lies!