In stoic silence I sit and wait.
The promise of morn at the darkest light;
'Day will come.'
With it, the sun and warmth;
...
Godspeed
A star is born tonight.
Crossing all, this world to light;
He is come.
On quick foot he ran his race.
In the heavens to take his place,
He is gone.
'Son, let patience be our friend.
Until I to Time's will bend,
Death is King.'