Rain, rain, — fall, fall,
In a heavy screen —
That my lover be not seen!

Wind, wind, — blow, blow,
Till the leaves are stirred —
That my lover be not heard!

Storm, storm, — rage, rage,
Like a war around —
That my lover be not found!

... Lark, lark, — hush ... hush ...
Softer music make —
That my lover may not wake. . . .