There'S A Footstep Coming: Look Out And See,' 'The Leaves Are Falling, The Wind Is Calling; No One Cometh Across The Lea.' - 'There'S A Footstep Coming; O Sister, Look.' - 'The Ripple Flashes, The White Foam Dashes; No One Cometh Across The Brook.' - 'But He Promised That He Would Come: To-Night, To-Morrow, In Joy Or Sorrow, He Must Keep His Word, And Must Come Home. 'For He Promised That He Would Come: His Word Was Given; From Earth Or Heaven, He Must Keep His Word, And Must Come Home. 'Go To Sleep, My Sweet Sister Jane; You Can Slumber, Who Need Not Number Hour After Hour, In Doubt And Pain. 'I Shall Sit Here Awhile, And Watch; Listening, Hoping, For One Hand Groping In Deep Shadow To Find The Latch.' After The Dark, And Before The Light, One Lay Sleeping; And One Sat Weeping, Who Had Watched And Wept The Weary Night. After The Night, And Before The Day, One Lay Sleeping; And One Sat Weeping - Watching, Weeping For One Away. There Came A Footstep Climbing The Stair; Some One Standing Out On The Landing Shook The Door Like A Puff Of Air - Shook The Door, And In He Passed. Did He Enter? In The Room Centre Stood Her Husband: The Door Shut Fast. 'O Robin, But You Are Cold - Chilled With The Night-Dew: So Lily-White You Look Like A Stray Lamb From Our Fold. 'O Robin, But You Are Late: Come And Sit Near Me - Sit Here And Cheer Me.' - (Blue The Flame Burnt In The Grate.) 'Lay Not Down Your Head On My Breast: I Cannot Hold You, Kind Wife, Nor Fold You In The Shelter That You Love Best. 'Feel Not After My Clasping Hand: I Am But A Shadow, Come From The Meadow Where Many Lie, But No Tree Can Stand. 'We Are Trees Which Have Shed Their Leaves: Our Heads Lie Low There, But No Tears Flow There; Only I Grieve For My Wife Who Grieves. 'I Could Rest If You Would Not Moan Hour After Hour; I Have No Power To Shut My Ears Where I Lie Alone. 'I Could Rest If You Would Not Cry; But There'S No Sleeping While You Sit Weeping - Watching, Weeping So Bitterly.' - 'Woe'S Me! Woe'S Me! For This I Have Heard. Oh Night Of Sorrow! - Oh Black To-Morrow! Is It Thus That You Keep Your Word? 'O You Who Used So To Shelter Me Warm From The Least Wind - Why, Now The East Wind Is Warmer Than You, Whom I Quake To See. 'O My Husband Of Flesh And Blood, For Whom My Mother I Left, And Brother, And All I Had, Accounting It Good, 'What Do You Do There, Underground, In The Dark Hollow? I'm Fain To Follow. What Do You Do There? - What Have You Found?' - 'What I Do There I Must Not Tell: But I Have Plenty: Kind Wife, Content Ye: It Is Well With Us - It Is Well. 'Tender Hand Hath Made Our Nest; Our Fear Is Ended, Our Hope Is Blended With Present Pleasure, And We Have Rest.' - 'Oh, But Robin, I'm Fain To Come, If Your Present Days Are So Pleasant; For My Days Are So Wearisome. 'Yet I'll Dry My Tears For Your Sake: Why Should I Tease You, Who Cannot Please You Any More With The Pains I Take?'