As some lone star and white, and said, "To lull
Thy soul to sleep, lo, I have come to thee.—
Didst thou not call me?"—
"Yea;" he said. "Maybe
Thou heard'st my heart, that calls continually:
But with my lips I called thee not. But, stay!
The night is wild. Thou wilt not go away!
The night is wild, and it is long till day!
To see thee like a benediction near,
To hear thy voice, to have thy cool hand here