From hour to hour, and, in the silence deep,
See shadows move, and almost hear them scoff.
XV.
Oh, come to me, To-morrow! like a friend,
And not as one who bideth for the clock.
Be swift to come, and I will hear thee knock,
And though the night refuse to make an end
Of her dull peace, I promptly will descend
And let thee in, and thank thee for the shock.
XVI.