Impatience by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Dominant Desire by Jeffrey Morin

How can I wait until you come to me?
        The once fleet mornings linger by the way,
Their sunny smiles touched with malicious glee
        At my unrest; they seem to pause, and play
        Like truant children, while I sigh and say,
                  How can I wait?

How can I wait? Of old, the rapid hours
        Refused to pause or loiter with me long;
But now they idly fill their hands with flowers,
        And make no haste, but slowly stroll among
        The summer blooms, not heeding my one song,
                  How can I wait?

How can I wait? The nights alone are kind;
        They reach forth to a future day, and bring
Sweet dreams of you to people all my mind;
        And time speeds by on light and airy wing.
        I feast upon your face, I no more sing,
                  How can I wait?

How can I wait? The morning breaks the spell
        A pitying night has flung upon my soul.
You are not near me, and I know full well
        My heart has need of patience and control;
        Before we meet, hours, days, and weeks must roll.
                  How can I wait?

How can I wait? Oh, love, how can I wait
        Until the sunlight of your eyes shall shine
Upon my world that seems so desolate?
        Until your hand-clasp warms my blood like wine;
        Until you come again, oh, love of mine,
                  How can I wait?

-Ella Wheeler Wilcox, 1883

Art: Dominant Desire by Jeffrey Morin
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