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!”