Wolfgate
Unkempt by the windBy yon cherry treeWith pearl-spangled hairI wait for Lee
My love is an oakWhose languorous limbsExplore my shadowsDulled by the whirl
My vigil is lowMy vigil is lowMy vigil is low…
Down by the old wolf gateGrave eyes set wideClad in an astrakhan frock coatFor me Lee bide
My love has all charmsPenned in books which quothOf “Real Courtesy, Allegiance, solemn oath”
My vigil is lowMy vigil is lowMy vigil is low…
From the casement harkThe water trickleBleaching the skiesSo earth can rekindle
Nestle unto meYour breath do fadeYour warmth my voice remadeUnto your breast I sigh
Forever will I be nightForever will I be nightForever will I be night…Unkempt by the windBy yon cherry treeWith pearl-spangled hairI wait for Lee