Coldly the night-wind shivers on the hill-top, <br />Cold crawls the pale-faced fog from off the sea; <br />Tossed by the one, and blinded by the other, <br />Turn I my late steps longing unto thee! <br /> <br /> <br />Warm as thy glad hand, held in silence towards me, <br />Shines out thy window's light across the lea; <br />Warm as a flower waiting for the south-wind, <br />So waits thy sweet face sheltered there for me. <br /> <br /> <br />Wild as the gale, and like the mist pervading <br />The soul of the dark night, and the soul of me, <br />Hoping or hopeless, for living or for dying, <br />Turn I my late love forever unto thee!<br /><br />Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-153/
