WAITING.
Alone—still alone—all the gloomy day through,Wearily waiting and watching for you, Counting the hours that drearily go Back to the past with their burden of woe.Hushing the passionate wail of my heart,Crushing the tears that would bitterly start, Back to their fountain with resolute will, Striving to love you and trust in you still.
The sun has gone down in the gold-tinted west,The last bird has folded his wing in his rest, The moon's silver crescent is swinging on high, The stars have come out one by one in the sky,Yet still I am waiting and watching for you,With spirit unswerving, unchanging, and true; Though lonely and darkly the hours have passed, I fain would adore you and trust to the last.
What rival can win you away from your home,Where deepest devotion would woo you to come!
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