Page:Veil other poems .djvu/45

 Yet coward, coward am I,
 * And drink I must

When clanks the pannikin
 * With the longed-for crust;

Though heart within is sour
 * With disgust.

Long hours there are,
 * When mutely tapping—well,

Is it to Vacancy
 * I these tidings tell?

Knock these numb fingers against
 * An empty cell?

Nay, answer not.
 * Let still mere longing make

Thy presence sure to me.
 * While in doubt I shake:

Be but my Faith in thee,
 * For sanity's sake.