I love this gloomy poem about the ‘last lover’ that awaits us all! A beautiful, haunting, gothic poem of death, written in 1918 by American poet, author and children’s writer, Margaret Widdemer. Love Susie. x
THE DARK CAVALIER
I am the Dark Cavalier; I am the Last Lover:
My arms shall welcome you when other arms are tired;
I stand to wait for you, patient in the darkness,
Offering forgetfulness of all that you desired.
I ask no merriment, no pretence of gladness,
I can love heavy lids and lips without their rose;
Though you are sorrowful you will not weary me;
I will not go from you when all the tired world goes.
I am the Dark Cavalier; I am the Last Lover;
I promise faithfulness no other lips may keep;
Safe in my bridal place, comforted by darkness,
You shall lie happily, smiling in your sleep.