Poems (Jordan)/Anticipation
ANTICIPATION
There's a look like a child's, on an age-withered face, Like a child's with its heart all a-thrill,As it hangs by the shelf, in the Time-honored place, Its small stocking for Santa to fill,And that look glancing out of an aged one's eyes, Who has hung empty hopes on Earth's wall,Is of ignorant heart-bliss which waits a surprise When the Morning shall break for us all!