Not A Word

Love, my heart is faint with waiting, Faint with hope and joy deferred, All night long at this sad grating, Sleepless like a prisoned bird, Singing low, Singing slow: Come, ah come, love.--Not a word! Love, in vain for thee this token Did I tie, poor silken cord, To my window. See, 'tis broken And the strands fly heavenward. All are free, All but me. Come, ah come, love.--Not a word! Lo, the first sad streak of morning Cleaves the heaven like a sword. Love, too late I hear the warning, Of thy footstep on the sward. Yet, ah yet, Though 'tis late, Come; but mind, love, not a word!