Come to me, Sunbeam! I'm dying <br />Uncared for, distress'd and alone. <br />Even now the pale angel with icy hand seizes <br />The heart that throbb'd along with your own. <br />Darling! delay not; for enginewheel stay not; <br />But wing'd by love, fly to my side: <br />Swift as the morning-beams fly, or I may not <br />Your coming abide. <br /> <br />Bring the calm joy of your presence-- <br />To a chill'd heart the warmth of your love; <br />With a glance of these dear eyes this darkness illumine, <br />Until there comes light from above. <br />Eyes that shine clearest, with language sincerest, <br />Come speak me forgiven and bless'd: <br />Would you refuse me, my chosen! my dearest! <br />This dying request? <br /> <br />Still for your footsteps I listen; <br />Each momemt I listen and long <br />For the voice that might break this dead silence with music <br />As sweet as an angelic song. <br />Can you not hear me? Oh will you not cheer me, <br />At least with one loving adieu? <br />Yield me how can I when you are not near me? <br />I'm dying for you. <br /> <br />One in this world, and one only, <br />Could soothe me, could comfort me now; <br />Charm'd away were my anguish and you here beside me, <br />Your gentle hand laid on my brow. <br />Come, I entrust you! If once I might meet you-- <br />Sweet Sunbeam! what doubts you dispel! <br />Clasp my hand; kiss me, love! so will I greet you <br />In Heaven ... Farewell!<br /><br />Henry Clay Work<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-to-me-sunbeam-i-m-dying/
