I Said,--For Love Was Laggard, O, Love Was Slow To Come,-- "I'll Hear His Step And Know His Step When I Am Warm In Bed; But I'll Never Leave My Pillow, Though There Be Some As Would Let Him In--And Take Him In With Tears!" I Said. I Lay,--For Love Was Laggard, O, He Came Not Until Dawn,-- I Lay And Listened For His Step And Could Not Get To Sleep; And He Found Me At My Window With My Big Cloak On, All Sorry With The Tears Some Folks Might Weep!