And have ye come again,
Dim seedling of the Dew?
Long waiting have I lain
In wintriness like you,
Through many a month of pain,
And wondered if ye knew:
And whether ye, unchanged
Despite the sundering snow,
When back to light ye ranged,
My altered face would know,
Or deem the heart estranged
That late had loved you so.
But now with glances sweet
Ye've wandered back today,
Your lagging friend to meet,
And chide his long delay.
Behold, with willing feet
I follow! Lead the way!