I say I'll seek her

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."