Unweariedly He Watches For The Sign, The Sign I Promised From The Farthest Goal, My Lover Of A World No Longer Mine, My Human Lover With His Human Soul. Unweariedly He Waits From Day To Day, Nor Knows, As I Know Now, That When We Meet, 'Twill Be As Dewdrop On The Hawthorn Spray,-- The Ultimate Of God At Last Complete. He Still Remembers That My Eyes Were Blue, Still Dreams The Autumn Russet Of My Hair; "In God'S Own Time," He Said, "I'll Come To You; You Will Be Waiting; I Will Find You There!" But Now I Know That He Must Never Hear The Message That I Promised To Impart, For Should I Breathe The Secret In His Ear His Soul Would Hearken--But 'Twould Break His Heart!