The Dark Cavalier

Margaret Widdemer

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 pretense 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.