Who will have to wait for you
When you call the questions through?
    `Not I!', said the knotted rope.
    `Not I!', said the polished slope
    `Not I!', said the longing hope.
    `Not I!', said the drilly dope.
        The.

Who will have to wait for you
When you call the deeper thought through?
    `Not I!', said the sleeping sand.
    `Not I!', said the guarded ban.
    `Not I!', said the holy land.
    `Not I!', said the open hand.
        The.

Who will have to wait for you
When you call the answers through?
    `Not I!', said the whining wheel.
    `Not I!', said the ended deal.
    `Not I!', said the wounded heel.
    `Not I!', said the royal seal.
        The.

Who will have to wait for you
When you call the final words through?
    `Not I!', said the kneeling knight.
    `Not I!', said the healing plight.
    `Not I!', said the half-done right .
    `Not I!', said the endless flight.
        The

`I', said the garden.
`I', said the tree.
`I', said the flower.
`I', said the bee.

Who will have to wait for you
When you call the words of love through?
    `Let me!', said the laughing face
    `Let me!', said the sacred grace.
    `Let me!', said the only place.
    `Let me!', said the soft-cool lace.
        The.