 | [Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
WAITING.
Ah yes, I see the sunshine play,
I hear the robin's cheerful call,
But I am thinking of the day
My darling left me—that is all.
I hear the robin's cheerful call,
But I am thinking of the day
My darling left me—that is all.
I do not grieve for her—ah no!
To her the way is clear, I trust;
But for myself I grieve, so low,
So weak, so in, and of the dust.
To her the way is clear, I trust;
But for myself I grieve, so low,
So weak, so in, and of the dust.
And for my sadness I am sad—
I would be gay if so I might,
But she was all the joy I had—
My life, my love, my heart's delight,
I would be gay if so I might,
But she was all the joy I had—
My life, my love, my heart's delight,
We came together to the door
Of our sweet home that is to be,
And knowing, she went in before,
To put on marriage robes for me.
Of our sweet home that is to be,
And knowing, she went in before,
To put on marriage robes for me.
'T is weary work to wait so long,
But true love knows not how to doubt;
God's wisdom fashions seeming wrong,
That we may find right meanings out.
But true love knows not how to doubt;
God's wisdom fashions seeming wrong,
That we may find right meanings out.
| [Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary | |