Thomas Hardy — I say Ill seek Her

I say, "I'll seek her side        &nbsp Ere hindrance interposes;"        &nbsp But eve in midnight closes, And here I still abide. When darkness wears I see        &nbsp Her sad eyes in a vision;        &nbsp They ask, "What indecision Detains you, Love, from me? - "The creaking hinge is oiled,        &nbsp I have unbarred the backway,        &nbsp But you tread not the trackway; And shall the thing be spoiled? "Far cockcrows echo shrill,        &nbsp The shadows are abating,        &nbsp And I am waiting, waiting; But O, you tarry still!"