The Call

Come to me out of the night, In any way that you will, As a radiance, unspeakably bright-- Or a shadow, close-hooded and still; Nothing will touch me of fear-- Harken! I make thee my vow!-- Out of the darkness, my dear, Come to me now!

This is the old haunted place,-- Haunted by ghosts of spent hours: Decked by the ivy's green lace, Sweet with the dusk-opened flowers; This is the garden you know, Moon-touched, and tranquil and dear,-- I, alone, walk to and fro,-- Come to me here!