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Oh. my love comes to me to-night, / After the weary days. / And I must trim the candle bright / And light a cheerful blaze.
Then close within the window stand, / As down the silent streets / My heart shall hear his coming, and / How it knows, and beats!
His footstep falls from stair to stair, / (Oh my love is my own! ) / I wear a ribbon in my hair / That only he has known.
His kiss upon my palms he left; / I hold its message, still. / Long days have made his soul bereft, / To-night. he takes his fill!
In winter-time, in summer too, / In sunshine, and in rain. / Love waits for love, the wide world thro'. / (Alas. for watches vain! )
As in my window, hid I stand; / (Would all so blest might be! ) / His step is on the threshold, and / My love has come to me.