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Call me, Beloved! Call aloud to me! / Thy bride her vigil at the window keeps; / The evening wanes to dusk, the dimness creeps / Down empty alleys of the old plane-tree.
O! Let thy voice enfold me close about, / Or from this dark house, lonely and remote, / Through deep blue gardens where gray shadows float / I will pour forth my soul with hands stretched out.