As Thou Wilt

If she should come to me from far away,
How would she come? Should I upon some night
Wake suddenly, and see a mystic light
Enshrining face and form, what would she say?
What sweet thing do? As in the old, dear way,
Would she bow over me, and first, with light.
Sweet kisses, touch my brow; then, as the might
Of love grew stronger, closer cling and lay

Her lips to mine, in one long passionate kiss?
Or would she kiss me not, but stand aloof,
And say, " Rise! work without the aid of bliss,
Lest grief in time thy manhood should disprove?"
Kiss me, refrain, or chide me, O my own.
But leave me not as now, alone! alone!