I waited still, until night came
Upon me, hoping yet
To meet thee, O my quest, and aim
On wich my heart is set!
Then I, who never any day
Despaired, though long the night,
At last to dark despair gave way
When dark o'ercame my light.
Moreover I a proof will cite
That cannot tell a lie;
The like such problems solve aright
As reason else defy:
To wit, if thou shouldst ever deign
One night to visit me,
No longer darkness would remain,
But light eternally.