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Often between the midnight and the morn / I wake and see the angels round my bed; / Then fall asleep again, well-comforted.
I wait not now till that clear dawn be born / Shall lead my feet (O Love, thine eyes are worn / With watching) where her feet have late been led; / Nor lie awake, saying the words she said -- / (Her yellow hair. -- Have ye seen yellow corn? ) / I fall asleep and dream and quite forget, / For here in heaven I know a new love's birth / Which casteth out all memory. And yet / (As I had loved her more, O Christ, on earth, / Hadst Thou not been so long unsought, unmet) / Some morrow Thou shalt learn my worship's worth.