WAITING 



Serene, I fold my hands and wait, 

 Nor care for wind, or tide, or sea ; 



I rave no more 'gainst Time or Fate, 

 For lo ! my own shall come to me. 



I stay my haste, Im,aTce delays. 

 For what avails this eager pace ? 



I stand amid the eternal ways, 



And what is mine shall know my face. 



Asleep, awake, hy night or day. 



The friends I seek are seeking me ; 



No wind can drive my hark astray, 

 Nor change the tide of destiny. 



What matter if I stand alone ? 



I wait with joy the coming years ; 

 My heart shall reap where it hath sown, 



And garner up its fruits of tears. 



The waters know their own, and draw 

 The brook that springs in yonder heights ; 



So flows the good with equal law 

 Unto the soul of pure delights. 



The stars come nightly to the sky ; 



The tidal wave unto the sea ; 

 Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high. 



Can keep my own away from me. 



