Come to me out of the night,
In any way that you will,
As a radiance, unspeakably bright —
Or a shadow, close-hooded and still;
Nothing will touch me of fear —
Harken! I make thee my vow!—
Out of the darkness, my dear,
Come to me now!
This is the old haunted place,—
Haunted by ghosts of spent hours:
Decked by the ivy's green lace,
Sweet with the dusk-opened flowers;
This is the garden you know,
Moon-touched, and tranquil and dear,—
I, alone, walk to and fro,—
Come to me here!