  Who are you? Why make me wait From the hour of dew Till another sunset? Why do I look For your coming? Listen to the weeping brook That might bring To my lonely shore A word from you. Ah, nothing! not a leaf's tremor! O, old! O, longed for new! Who are you? I ask; Know not why I seek From day to dusk Without waking or sleep,— No sleep! no waking! A dreaming, a longing; Not knowing, yet seeking, For your coming waiting— O, spring-born! O, autumn-clad! O, soul's new morn! O, old! O, glad! So glad, so young! O, unseen, unknown, O, fugitive vision! O, eternal moan In my heart— O, tearful Soul of laughter, Untouched, unhurt, O, sweet! O, bitter! My born yet unborn, Shadow not fallen O, undawning morn— O, message unbroken. Why, how, when? I wait, wait for you, O embrace of earth and heaven; O, Old! O, New! |
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