Poems (Procter)/Give Place

by Adelaide Anne Procter

GIVE PLACE.

TARRY Crowns of Heaven
 Set in azure night!
Linger yet a little
 Ere you hide your light:—
  —Nay; let Starlight fade away,
  Heralding the day!

Snow-flakes pure and spotless,
 Still, O, still remain,
Binding dreary winter,
 In your silver chain:—
  —Nay; but melt at once and bring
  Radiant sunny Spring!

Blossoms, gentle blossoms,
 Do not wither yet;
Still for you the sun shines,
 Still the dews are wet:—
  —Nay; but fade and wither fast,
  Fruit must come at last!

Joy, so true and tender,
 Dare you not abide?
Will you spread your pinions,
 Must you leave our side?
  —Nay; an Angel's shining grace
  Waits to fill your place!