{{rh|448|ST. JOHN'S EVE
Ah! what if it were true?
Then would I call ye who
Have one by one beyond my vision flown;
I would set wide the door
Ye enter now no more
Crying, "Come in from out the void unknown!
Come as ye came of old
Laden with love untold"—
Hark! was that nothing but the night wind's moan?
Then would I call ye who
Have one by one beyond my vision flown;
I would set wide the door
Ye enter now no more
Crying, "Come in from out the void unknown!
Come as ye came of old
Laden with love untold"—
Hark! was that nothing but the night wind's moan?
