If you call me I will come Swifter, O my Love, Than a trembling forest deer Or a panting dove, Swifter than a snake that flies To the charmer's thrall ... If you call me I will come Fearless what befall. If you call me, I will come Swifter than desire, Swifter than the lightning's feet Shod with plumes of fire. Life's dark tides may roll between, Or Death's deep chasms divide— If you call me I will come Fearless what betide. |