Countee Cullen, "Pity the Deep in Love" (1927)
(To Fiona)
PITY the deep in love;
They move as men asleep,
Traveling a narrow way
Precipitous and steep.
Tremulous is the lover’s breath
With little moans and sighs;
Heavy are the brimming lids
Upon a lover’s eyes.
Published in Copper Sun (1927)