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 seekst 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 mistaen 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.
Specula
Thomas Edward Brown
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