John Ireland — Beckon to Me to Come

Beckon to me to come With handkerchief or hand Or finger mere or thumb; Let forecasts be but rough Parents more bleak than bland 'Twill be enough Maid mine 'Twill be enough! Two fields, a wood, a tree Nothing now more malign Lies between you and me; But were they bysm, or bluff Or snarling sea, one sign Would be enough Maid mine Would be enough!