I call your name…

I call your name through every street in town;
You said you lived here; where can you be found?
Ten streets are done, only a thousand more.
Will hand of mine yet tap your golden door?
Now twenty done; poor lifeless houses gone.
But now it’s night, and I must wait till dawn.
Oh shout, you winds, and cry her name afar!
Each sky-hung lamp, sing! Become real star!
You night-owls, hoot, hoot love’s truth for me;
She may lean out, like Juliette, and see!
And, friendly tiny moths found everywhere,
Beat fast your little wings, to whisper, “There.”
Out on this lonely street I wait till dawn,
And then, with lasting hope, I carry on.

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