Classic Poem

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?