Author Basil Hall Chamberlain As the bold huntsman on some mountain path Waits for the stag he hopes may pass that way, So wait I for my love both night and day : Then bark not at him, as thou fear'st my wrath! Tags love poem love poems love poems for her love poetry poems about love romantic poems Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments