I know not, Amina
When again on your brightness of smile
My eyes will rest awhile
Nor when again of your softness of voice
My ears will rest awhile
When again into the silver moonshine
You early at night or late venture
As is your wont in weather fine
Astute, awake in bed as doters may, i’ll lie
Dreaming of grasping your velvety texture
The poet’s tone is one of__________
- Anxiety
- Defiance
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Nostalgia
- Regret