Let me wait, my dear,

One more day,

Let me linger near,

Let me stay.

Do not bar the gate of draw the blind

Or lock the door that yields,

Dear, be kind!

I have only you beneath the skies

To rest my eyes

From the cruel green of the fields

And the cold, white seas

And the weary hills

And the naked trees.

I have known the hundred ills

Of the hated wars.

Do not close the bars,

Or draw the blind.

I have only you beneath the stars:

Dear, be kind!