Watch with me Jesus, in my loneliness: 
Though others say me nay, yet say Thou yes;
Though others pass me by, stop Thou to bless. 
Yea, Thou dost stop with me this vigil night;
To-night of pain, to-morrow of delight: 
I, Love, am Thine; Thou, Lord my God, art mine.

3

Passing away, saith the World, passing away: 
Chances, beauty and youth sapped day by day: 
Thy life never continueth in one stay. 
Is the eye waxen dim, is the dark hair changing to grey
That hath won neither laurel nor bay? 
I shall clothe myself in Spring and bud in May: 
Thou, root-stricken, shalt not rebuild thy decay
On my bosom for aye. 
Then I answered:  Yea.

Passing away, saith my Soul, passing away:  10
With its burden of fear and hope, of labour and play;
Hearken what the past doth witness and say: 
Rust in thy gold, a moth is in thine array,
A canker is in thy bud, thy leaf must decay. 
At midnight, at cockcrow, at morning, one certain day
Lo, the Bridegroom shall come and shall not delay: 
Watch thou and pray. 
Then I answered:  Yea.

Passing away, saith my God, passing away: 
Winter passeth after the long delay:  20
New grapes on the vine, new figs on the tender spray,
Turtle calleth turtle in Heaven’s May. 
Though I tarry wait for Me, trust Me, watch and pray: 
Arise, come away, night is past and lo it is day,
My love, My sister, My spouse, thou shalt hear Me say. 
Then I answered:  Yea.

AMEN

It is over.  What is over? 
  Nay, now much is over truly!—­
Harvest days we toiled to sow for;
  Now the sheaves are gathered newly,
  Now the wheat is garnered duly.

It is finished.  What is finished? 
  Much is finished known or unknown: 
Lives are finished; time diminished;
  Was the fallow field left unsown? 
  Will these buds be always unblown? 10

It suffices.  What suffices? 
  All suffices reckoned rightly: 
Spring shall bloom where now the ice is,
  Roses make the bramble sightly,
  And the quickening sun shine brightly,
  And the latter wind blow lightly,
And my garden teem with spices.

THE PRINCE’S PROGRESS, AND OTHER POEMS, 1866

THE PRINCE’S PROGRESS

Till all sweet gums and juices flow,
Till the blossom of blossoms blow,
The long hours go and come and go,
  The bride she sleepeth, waketh, sleepeth,
Waiting for one whose coming is slow:—­
    Hark! the bride weepeth.

’How long shall I wait, come heat come rime?’—­
‘Till the strong Prince comes, who must come in time’
(Her women say), ’there’s a mountain to climb,
  A river to ford.  Sleep, dream and sleep; 10
Sleep’ (they say):  ’we’ve muffled the chime,
    Better dream than weep.’