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, 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 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABYSS by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE NIGHT COURT by RUTH COMFORT MITCHELL EPISTLE TO DR. ARBUTHNOT by ALEXANDER POPE WHOLE DUTY OF CHILDREN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON JENNY WI' THE AIRN TEETH by ALEXANDER ANDERSON MODERN MOSES, OR 'MY POLICY' MAN by JAMES MADISON BELL LORD FINCHLEY by HILAIRE BELLOC |