 | The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton |  |
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I HAVE CALLED THEE MANY A NIGHT.
I have called thee many a night,
While the rest were sleeping;
Thou wert deaf to all I said,
Heedless of my weeping.
While the rest were sleeping;
Thou wert deaf to all I said,
Heedless of my weeping.
Wilt thou never hear again,
Howsoe'er I pray thee?
Then must I go forth to seek,
On thy way waylay thee.
Howsoe'er I pray thee?
Then must I go forth to seek,
On thy way waylay thee.
Shall I find, beyond the sun,
Some Celestial Garden?
Shall I kneel there at thy feet,
Clamor for thy pardon?
Some Celestial Garden?
Shall I kneel there at thy feet,
Clamor for thy pardon?
Nay; how can I wait so long?
Wilt thou not draw near me?
Wingèd winds are steeds of thine—
Let them hither bear thee.
Wilt thou not draw near me?
Wingèd winds are steeds of thine—
Let them hither bear thee.
Long my ear waits for thy words.
How can I forego thee?
Ah! for one brief hour come back,
Let me see and know thee.
How can I forego thee?
Ah! for one brief hour come back,
Let me see and know thee.
| The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton | |