THE CALL
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Come to me out of the night, In any way that you will, As a radiance, unspeakably bright— Or a shadow, close-hooded and still; Nothing will touch me of fear— Harken! I make thee my vow!— Out of the darkness, my dear, Come to me now!
This is the old haunted place,— Haunted by ghosts of spent hours: Decked by the ivy's green lace, Sweet with the dusk-opened flowers; This is the garden you know, Moon-touched, and tranquil and dear,— I, alone, walk to and fro,— Come to me here!