By day, throughout the chores that must be done
I long for night to bring me swift disguise
That I may prove an equal for the sun
In wat’ry robes, dressed worthy of the prize.
By night I cannot sleep, but agonize.
I long for day and work’s oblivion
Where glimpses of the sun may tantalize,
For glimpses of him are not simply won.
By day or night, I fear I am undone
Though I must love while in a servant’s guise
The man whom all the Court has idealized.
By night or day, I whisper this to none
“It matters not if I have been unwise
For I have seen the fire in midnight eyes.”
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