better out than in
I built a fire to welcome her
And my voice sighed aloud her name
To be with her this night I would have died
Upon the hours all in vain
My tears, the rain
Fall uselessly, unceasingly
The heavy door has closed again
I wait, yet know she will not brave
The midnight give
One hour more, so utterly to live
Wise and mild and shy
Afraid as the heart of a child
I know her heart to be
And mine that naught will save
Must love and live and crave
And break unceasingly