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!