22. Waiting

George William Russell

WHEN the dawn comes forth I wonder
Will our sad, sad hearts awaken,
And the grief we laboured under
From the new-in-joy be shaken?


If the night be long in going,
All our souls will fix in sadness;
And the light of morning glowing
Waken in our eyes no gladness.


All unschooled in mirth we will not
Rouse forgotten joys from sleeping;
And the dawn our pain shall still not:
We will gaze on it with weeping.

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• George William Russell : 24. Rest
• George William Russell : 25. Pity
• George William Russell : 26. The City
• George William Russell : 27. Dust
• George William Russell : 28. The Virgin Mother
• George William Russell : 29. Dana
• George William Russell : 3. By The Margin Of The Great Deep
• George William Russell : 30. The Earth Breath
• George William Russell : 31. Alter Ego

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