Poems (Jackson)/Waiting
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KNOW it will not be to-day;I know it will not be to-morrow;Oh, half in joy and half in sorrow, I watch the slow swift hours away; I bid them haste, then bid them stay, I long so for the coming day.
WAITING.
KNOW it will not be to-day;I know it will not be to-morrow;Oh, half in joy and half in sorrow, I watch the slow swift hours away; I bid them haste, then bid them stay, I long so for the coming day. I long so, I would rather wait;Each hour I see the unseen comer;Each hour turns ripe in secret summer The joys which I anticipate. O precious feet, come slow, come late! I long so, it is bliss to wait!
Ah, sweet sad life, so far to-day!Ah, sweet sad life, so near to-morrow!Can joy be joy when we miss sorrow? When earth's last sun has rolled away In tideless time, and we can say No more, "To-morrow," or "To-day"?