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Poems of Passion/Impatience

How can I wait until you come to me?
    The once fleet mornings linger by the way,
Their sunny smiles touched with malicious glee
    At my unrest; they seem to pause, and play
    Like truant children, while I sigh and say,
         How can I wait?

How can I wait? Of old, the rapid hours
    Refused to pause or loiter with me long;
But now they idly fill their hands with flowers,
    And make no haste, but slowly stroll among
    The summer blooms, not heeding my one song,
         How can I wait?

How can I wait? The nights alone are kind;
    They reach forth to a future day, and bring
Sweet dreams of you to people all my mind;
    And time speeds by on light and airy wing.
    I feast upon your face, I no more sing,
         How can I wait?

How can I wait? The morning breaks the spell
    A pitying night has flung upon my soul.
You are not near me, and I know full well
    My heart has need of patience and control;
    Before we meet, hours, days, and weeks must roll.
         How can I wait?

How can I wait? Oh, love, how can I wait
    Until the sunlight of your eyes shall shine
Upon my world that seems so desolate?
    Until your hand-clasp warms my blood like wine;
    Until you come again, oh, love of mine,
         How can I wait?


This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1924.


The author died in 1919, so this work is also in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 99 years or less. This work may also be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.