Advent by Christina Rossetti

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Weeping we hold Him fast to-night;
  We will not let Him go
Till daybreak smite our wearied sight,
  And summer smite the snow:
Then figs shall bud, and dove with dove
  Shall coo the livelong day;
Then He shall say, "Arise, My love,  My fair one, come away."

jpm: love the gal ..she's as good as the bard says I.