His Vigil

Close the book and dim the light,
  I shall read no more to-night.
  No--I am not sleepy, dear--
  Do not go: sit by me here
  In the darkness and the deep
  Silence of the watch I keep.
  Something in your presence so
  Soothes me--as in long ago
  I first felt your hand--as now--
  In the darkness touch my brow;
  I've no other wish than you
  Thus should fold mine eyelids to,
  Saying nought of sigh or tear--
  Just as God were sitting here.