A night was near, a day was near, <br />Between a day and night <br />I heard sweet voices calling clear, <br />Calling me: <br />I heard a whirr of wing on wing, <br />But could not see the sight; <br />I long to see my birds that sing, <br />I long to see. <br />Below the stars, beyond the moon, <br />Between the night and day <br />I heard a rising falling tune <br />Calling me: <br />I long to see the pipes and strings <br />Whereon such minstrels play; <br />I long to see each face that sings, <br />I long to see. <br />Today or may be not today, <br />Tonight or not tonight, <br />All voices that command or pray <br />Calling me, <br />Shall kindle in my soul such fire <br />And in my eyes such light <br />That I shall see that heart's desire <br />I long to see.<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-hope-carol/
