Where Her and I shall sit to talk
Of Why of her I have never known
Or me she has not long to show.
Oh soul and heart - how dress we tonight of all
Where at last we sit to cite our yearning more
Of long we dreamt to have her all
Tonight will she yield and have us all
I knock the blue holy door
Designed with awe and unwelcomed none
And then Love appeared as a masterpiece
Her glittering eyes encouraged me in
Love’s hall carved like Jesus’ home
Angels mounted the open scene with cheer
Where Love dressed in apparel of Gold
Walking me gently to sit me by.
Dear Boy do speak your heart
Hide not heat or cold nor sigh
All I know for all I see
But long and better to hear it from thee....