The Wait

Wait my lass, wait for me,
I simply must speak to thee,
I saw you sitting by the tree,
My heart was lost to your beauty.

I told thee of my love for you,
You looked at me with eyes fresh as dew,
I added, “This love is true”
I asked, “Would you?”

Thou speak’st in a voice so sweet,
Upon the hill where lovers greet,
On the trees where the birds tweet,
Wait for me, there we shall meet.

I waited there for a year,
She wishes to meet me here,
To my heart I hold hope near,
I wait here for my dear,

I waited there for decade,
Our union, on heaven was made!
Come home! My friends often bade,
Nay! For an angel I am stayed!

I waited there till my breath stopped,
From my lifeless hand, the rose dropped,
In the whiteness I was enveloped,
And her with the harp I had harked!