I hear not thee; and yet I feel thee near—
What is this bound that keeps thee from thine own?
Breathe it away.
I wait thee—I adjure thee! Hast thou known
How I have loved thee? couldst thou dream it all?
Am I not here, with night and death alone,
And fearing not? And hath my spirit’s call
O’er thine no sway?
Thou canst not come! or thus I should not weep!
Thy love is deathless—but no longer free!