THE CALL

Come to me out of the night,

In any way that you will,

As a radiance, unspeakably bright —

Or a shadow, close-hooded and still;

Nothing will touch me of fear —

Harken! I make thee my vow!—

Out of the darkness, my dear,

Come to me now!

This is the old haunted place,—

Haunted by ghosts of spent hours:

Decked by the ivy's green lace,

Sweet with the dusk-opened flowers;

This is the garden you know,

Moon-touched, and tranquil and dear,—

I, alone, walk to and fro,—

Come to me here!