When He appoints to meet thee, go thou forth? 
 It matters not 
If south or north, 
 Bleak waste or sunny plot. 
Nor think, if haply He thou seek?st be late, 
 He does thee wrong. 
To stile or gate 
 Lean thou thy head, and long! 
It may be that to spy thee He is mounting 
 Upon a tower, 
Or in thy counting 
 Thou hast mista?en the hour. 
But, if He comes not, neither do thou go 
 Till Vesper chime. 
Belike thou then shalt know 
 He hath been with thee all the time.