I say I’ll seek her Gerald Finzi

I say "I'll seek her side
Ere hindrance interposes;"
But eve in midnight closes
And here I still abide

When darkness wears I see
Her sad eyes in a vision:
They ask, "What indecision
Detains you, Love, from me? -

"The creaking hinge is oiled
I have unbarred the backway
But you tread not the trackway
And shall the thing be spoiled?

"Far cockcrows echo shrill
The shadows are abating
And I am waiting, waiting;
But O, you tarry still."