O Love, I Come; Thy Last Glance Guideth Me! Drawn, Too, By Webs Of Shadow, Like Thine Hair; For, Sweet, The Mystery Of Thy Dark Hair The Deepening Dusk Hath Caught. In Early Moonlight Gleamings, Lo, I See Thy White Hands Beckon To The Garden, Where Dim Day And Silvery Darkness Are Inwrought As Our Two Lives, Where, Joining Soul With Soul, The Tints Shall Mingle In A Fairer Whole. Oh! Dost Thou Hear? I Call, Beloved, I Call, My Stout Heart Trembling Till Thy Words Return; Hope-Lifted, I Float Faster With The Fall Of Fear Toward Joy Such Fear Alone Can Earn!