Classic Poem

The Loving One Speaks

And wherefore sends not
The horseman-captain
His heralds hither
Each day, unfailing?
Yet hath he horses,
He writeth well.

He writeth Talik,
And Neski knows he
To write with beauty
On silken tablets.
I'd deem him present,
Had I his words.

The sick One will not,
Will not recover
From her sweet sorrow;
She, when she heareth
That her true lover
Grows well, falls sick.EnglishJohann Wolfgang Von Goethelove poemlove poemslove poems for herlove poetrypoems about loveromantic poems