I'll come when thou art saddest

I'll come when thou art saddest

Laid alone in the darkened room;

When the mad day's mirth has vanished

And the smile of joy is banished

From evening's chilly gloom.

I'll come when the heart's real feeling

Has entire unbiassed sway,

And my influence o'er thee stealing,

Grief deepening, joy congealing,

Shall bear thy soul away.

Listen, 'tis just the hour,

The awful time for thee;

Dost thou not feel upon thy soul

A flood of strange sensations roll,

Forerunners of a sterner power,

Heralds of me?