 | Poems by Jean Ingelow |  |
What! must He wait for this—
For this? Ay, He doth wait for this, and still,
Waiting for this, He, patient, raileth not;
Waiting for this, e'en this He saith, “Behold!
I stand at the door and knock.”
For this? Ay, He doth wait for this, and still,
Waiting for this, He, patient, raileth not;
Waiting for this, e'en this He saith, “Behold!
I stand at the door and knock.”
| Poems by Jean Ingelow | |