Will my love come to me? Alas! I have no love. Though in green and rainy places The fronds of the ferns uncurl, And violets lift their faces To a crescent moon of pearl. Will my love come to me? Alas! I have no love. Far off -- somewhere -- a shining head -- O sweet Lord Christ who canst raise the dead, Take my soul and give me my love instead! Will my love come to me? Alas! I have no love. |