I HAVE CALLED THEE MANY A NIGHT.
I HAVE called thee many a night, While the rest were sleeping; Thou wert deaf to all I said, Heedless of my weeping.
Wilt thou never hear again, Howsoe'er I pray thee? Then must I go forth to seek, On thy way waylay thee.
Shall I find, beyond the sun, Some Celestial Garden? Shall I kneel there at thy feet, Clamor for thy pardon?
Nay; how can I wait so long? Wilt thou not draw near me? Wingèd winds are steeds of thine—Let them hither bear thee.
Long my ear waits for thy words. How can I forego thee? Ah! for one brief hour come back, Let me see and know thee.