Call Me Softly

Call me softly in the darkness Do not deem to wake my soul Never think to move my stillness Nor my sorrow yet console In my slumber I shall linger Silent in the shadowed hours Not to stir, nor seek the dawning, Nor to sense the sweetened flowers Wake me at the springtime`s coming As the land is bathed in light When the birds and flowers blooming Bring an end to winter`s night Then shall I with heart uplifted Dance beneath the sun`s sweet grace Wakened thus my soul to gladness As portrayed upon my face Call me softly in the darkness Do not wrest me from my sleep Wait until the morning carries All that I should deem to keep... (Ever then no more to weep)