Still barr'd thy doors.  The far East glows,
The morning wind blows fresh and free.
Should not the hour that wakes the rose,
Awaken also thee?

All look for thee, Love, Light and Song;
Light in the sky, deep-red above,
Song, in the lark of pinions strong.
And in my heart true love.

Apart we miss our nature's goal,
Why strive to cheat our destinies?
Was not my love made for thy soul?
Thy beauty for mine eyes?

No longer sleep,
Oh, listen now!
I wait and weep,
But where art thou?