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all night to you, I called till day was here; Perhaps you could not come, Or were too tired, dear.

Your chair I set by mine, I made the dim hearth glow, I whispered, “When he comes I shall not let him go.”

I closed the shutters tight, I feared the dawn of day, I stopped the busy clock That timed your hours away.

Loud howled my neighbour's dog, O glad was I to hear! The dead are going by, Now you will come, my dear,

To take the chair by mine— Until the cock do crow— O, if it be you came And could not let me know!

For once a shadow passed Behind me in the room, I thought your loving eyes Would meet mine in the gloom.