Click o' the Latch

The silence holds for it, taut and true,
The young moon stays for it, wistful white;
Winds that whimpered the sunset through
Sigh for it, low and light, —

Click o' the latch and he'll come home —
A stir in the dusk at the little gate.
Hush, my heart, — be still, my heart —
Surely it's sweet to wait!

The tall skies lean for it, listening —
Never a star but lends an ear —
The passionate porch-flowers stoop and cling —
Stilling their leaves to hear

Click o' the latch and him come home, —
A step on the flags, a snatch of song,
Hurry, my heart, be swift, my heart, —
How did we wait so long!
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