THE DARK CAVALIERI 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


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.

Margaret Widdemer