WAITING

         SERENE I fold my arms 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, I make delays,

            For what avails this eager pace?

         I stand amid the eternal ways,

            And what is mine shall know my face.

         Asleep, awake, by night or day,

            The friends I seek are seeking me;

         No wind can drive my bark 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 has sown,

            And garner up its fruit of tears

        The waters know their own, and draw

            The brook that springs in yonder height;

        So flows the good with equal law

            Unto the soul of pure delight.

         The floweret nodding in the wind

            Is ready plighted to the bee;

         And, maiden, why that look unkind?

            For lo! thy lover seeketh thee.

         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.

                              By: JOHN BURROUGHS

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