Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

Barbara Fell

   Stephen, wake up! There’s some one at the gate.
   Quick, to the window... Oh, you’ll be too late!
   I hear the front door opening quietly.
   Did you forget, last night, to turn the key?
   A foot is on the stairs—nay, just outside
   The very room—the door is opening wide...
   Stephen, wake up, wake up! Who’s there? Who’s there?
   I only feel a cold wind in my hair...
   Have I been dreaming, Stephen? Husband, wake
   And comfort me: I think my heart will break.
   I never knew you sleep so sound and still....
   O my heart’s love, why is your hand so chill?
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