I SAY, “I’ll seek her side

Ere hindrance interposes;” But eve in midnight closes, And here I still abide.

When darkness wears I see Her sad eyes in a vision; They ask, “What indecision Detains you, Love, from me?—

“The creaking hinge is oiled, I have unbarred the backway, But you tread not the trackway; And shall the thing be spoiled?

“Far cockcrows echo shrill, The shadows are abating, And I am waiting, waiting; But O, you tarry still!”