When you wake from troubled slumbers <br />With a dream-bewildered brain, <br />And old leaves which no man numbers <br />Chattering tap against the pane; <br /> <br />And the midnight wind is wailing <br />Till your very life seems quailing <br />As the long gusts shudder and sigh: <br />Know you not that homeless cry <br /> <br />Is my love's, which cannot die, <br />Wailing through Eternity? <br /> <br />* * * * * <br /> <br />When beside the glowing embers, <br />Sitting in the twilight lone, <br />Drop on drop you hear November's <br />Melancholy monotone, <br /> <br />As the heavy rain comes sweeping, <br />With a sound of weeping, weeping, <br />Till your blood is chilled with fears; <br />Know you not those falling tears, <br /> <br />Flowing fast through years on years, <br />For my sobs within your ears? <br /> <br />* * * * * <br /> <br />When with dolorous moan the billows <br />Surge around where, far and wide, <br />Leagues on leagues of sea-worn hollows <br />Throb with thunders of the tide, <br /> <br />And the weary waves in breaking <br />Fill you, thrill you, as with aching <br />Memories of our love of yore <br />Where you pace the sounding shore, <br /> <br />Hear you not, through roll and roar, <br />Soul call soul for evermore?<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soul-s-call/
