Her waiting heart is breathless and still

Labouring daily up the steep hill

To the place where she thought he would go

But never again did her true love show

That he was interested in her perfect body

Kept for him from Earth’s tawdry folly

And lingers still to the point of doom

Casting only shadows in the darkening gloom.

Who will release her from this spell

Set her free to love others as well

Others who will attend to her deepest need

Of acceptance and affection agreed

That she should be kept by the power of God

For one so ready and loving abroad

But her heart is given already to one

And all her love is spent and done.