University of Virginia Library

GENIUS IS WAITING.

I have waited for the morning and its finger white
Jewelled, with the last adorning free and infinite;
Laid above my work of love and the long affliction,
Kindling all the heavy pall with its benediction;
Through the night ofevery ill I have walked with weary gait,
Seeking for the goal, and still I can wait.
I have waited—this is spoiling darkness of its fate,
And to be with God's own toiling consubstantiate;
This is life in empty strife conquering the winner,
Working on when hope is gone as a new beginner;
With the shadows grimly set round me like a prison strait,
I have bravely fought, and yet I will wait.