The Poetry Corner

I Say I'll Seek Her

By Thomas Hardy

I say, "I'll seek her side Ere hindrance interposes;" But eve in midnight closes, And here I still abide. When darkness wears I see Her sad eyes in a vision; They ask, "What indecision Detains you, Love, from me? - "The creaking hinge is oiled, I have unbarred the backway, But you tread not the trackway; And shall the thing be spoiled? "Far cockcrows echo shrill, The shadows are abating, And I am waiting, waiting; But O, you tarry still!"