My Beloved, the One my soul loves..

Do we not hear Thy Footfall, O Beloved
Among the stars on many a moonless night?
Do we not catch the whisper of Thy coming
On the winds of the dawn,
And often in the light of noontide & of sunset
Almost see Thee?
Look up through shining air
And long to see Thee, Oh Beloved, long to see Thee
And wonder that Thou are not standing there?
And we shall hear Thy Footfall, O Beloved
And starry ways will open,
And the night will all her candles from their distant stations
And winds shall sing Thee, noon, &
Mingled light of red rose evening, thrill with lovely welcome
And we caught up in the air
Shall see Thee, O Beloved, we shall see Thee
In hush of adoration see Thee there.