  Forgive me, dear, if I have lost my way, In coming home to you Through storm and shadow of the gathering night; If I did stray, Still I was seeking, and I never knew How near me burned the dear and friendly light. Now at your door, ere the great Dark begin, Alone I stand, and knock: Say not it is too late that I have come— O take me in, For I am yours! Darling, unlock, unlock— |
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