[from Collected Works, T.E.Brown]
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 come not, neither do thou go
Till Vesper chime.
Belike thou then shalt know
He hath been with thee all the time.