Waiting Poem by John Bannister Tabb

Waiting



I bide mine hour, when thou,
Beloved, far away,
As unto sleep shalt bow
Submissive to my sway.


The clouds that, floating, seem
Unpiloted and free,
Obedient to the stream,
Move onward to the sea;


And under Love's control,
Despite the opposing tide,
The current of thy soul
Is setting to my side.

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