Awaiting me, his dark eyes closed
Against the rain; his tears a scar,
His name unheard, his face exposed.
And I, in bounded conquest came;
And I, a sinner, touched his cheek.
“Oh, why is it I hear your name
Whene’er my heart and soul would speak?”
His dark eyes restless through a sigh,
He told me this: “Ere I would say,
I’ll have you know that I will die
Upon the coming of this day.
“You know not why you wait for me
In life’s unbounded, chilling power.
It is not for your eyes to see
The light of truth at midnight’s hour.”
“But why?” I cried into the night,
“But why is it I cannot rest
Until your face may see the light,
Until I know that you are blessed?”
But, silently, in moonlit rain,
He turned from me and slipped away
As I watched in heart-filled pain,
And mourned again the coming day.
