Deep dark'ning night -- I stood outside
Soul's sepulchre of strangled cares,
Lost love and dead desire, and cried
For all light lost and wasted years,
And for a heart of stone so strong
Soul's sorrow wouldn't will to try
To turn it, but dropped down along
The empty bench and closed dim eye.
And I, without, withdrew a step
And waited, mourning for the morn
To break, and break my heart, and d**h
To enter in and steal soul home.
Yet as I waited, wept and yearned
"Why weepest thou?" I heard, and turned.