The Night Visitor

I went forth with cloak and cowl
To tarry where the night things howl
Where shadows 'fore the moonbeams fled
And night-dreams with the darkness wed

I hear your voice,it's taunting me
Beside the foot-path by the tree
A whisper,tremor,thin and low
Calls me pleading,I will not go

What do you seek,both night and day?
Forever coming here to pray
In hope somehow this penance may
Wash your soul from sin away

Summoned yet from earthen womb
I rise from out the darkened tomb
In some vain hope your soul may save
Ah let me rest here in my grave