On the Doorstep

Midnight long is over-past
As we loiter, and the rain falls fast,
As we loiter on your doorstep,
And the rain falls fast.

Will the watchful mother hear,
As we whisper, is your mother near,
Keeping there behind the curtain
An attentive ear?

But we have so much to say,
As we linger, ere I go my way,
In the dark upon your doorstep,
We could talk till day.

There is no one in the street,
As I hold you in my arms, my sweet,
As I kiss you on your doorstep,
As I kiss you for good-night, my sweet.

poem by Arthur Symons
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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