Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, I WAIT, by HAROLD CRAWFORD STEARNS

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I WAIT, by            
First Line: Day-long, night-long
Last Line: A sob in the lonely trees.
Subject(s): Solitude; Waiting; Loneliness

Day-long, night-long,
All that come to me
Are the terrible mutter of the wind
And the murmur of the sea.

Brave years, mad years,
Hoped I, on my door
Would ring the hilt of a queen's badine,
Or the sword some Villon bore.

Down life,—all life,—
Never came but these:
A flickering moan through my chimney-place,
A sob in the lonely trees.

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