And reached it forth to stay the bud’s soft sway,
And lo, the sun hung dark,
And Stranger knocked Him there.
And ’twere the maid did step most regal to the place.
And harked, and lo, His voice aspoke.
And she looked upon His face,
And lo, ’twere sorry sore, and sad!
And soft there came His word
Of pleading unto her:
“O’ thy garden’s store do offer unto me.”