Long and patiently have I watched for you:
Fill my heart and home with yourselves so true.”
Do you hear them chant, in their rapturous glee,
“Never tires Love, Soul; we are not for thee.
We must on and on, like the water blue;
Bravely wait, work, hope, till your Love finds you.
Danger waits below; you are tempting Death;”
She is calling, still; for, with bated breath,
Has she watched, benumbed, while a sportive elf
Laughing wildly, recklessly, cast himself