Waiting

Serene, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea
I rave no more 'gainst time or fate,
For lo! My own shall come to me.

I stay my haste, I make delays-
For what avails this eager pace?
I stand amid the eternal ways
And what is mine shall know my face.

Asleep, awake, by night or day,
The friends I seek are seeking me,
No wind can drive my bark astray
No change the tide of destiny.

What matter if I stand alone?
I wait with joy the coming years
My heart shall reap where it has sown,
And garner up its fruit of tears.

The waters know their own, and draw
The brook that springs in yonder height
So flows the good with equal law
Unto the soul of pure delight.

The stars come nightly to the sky
The tidal wave unto the sea
Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high,
Can keep my own away from me.