The Golden Darkness/The Demand
THE DEMAND.
Unto the door of my heart you came
To wait, a quiet, little thing,
Your silent lips afraid to name
Your yearning eyes’ dumb questioning.
To wait, a quiet, little thing,
Your silent lips afraid to name
Your yearning eyes’ dumb questioning.
You never asked the reason why
I kept you waiting, I, who knew,—
And all the while the years went by
Gazing at me, but touching you.
I kept you waiting, I, who knew,—
And all the while the years went by
Gazing at me, but touching you.
And Death has come to close that door,
To keep his strange unworded vow,
And you, who feared to speak before,
Demand an answer now!
To keep his strange unworded vow,
And you, who feared to speak before,
Demand an answer now!