They made the chamber sweet with flowers and leaves, <br />And the bed sweet with flowers on which I lay; <br />While my soul, love-bound, loitered on its way. <br />I did not hear the birds about the eaves, <br />Nor hear the reapers talk among the sheaves: <br />Only my soul kept watch from day to day, <br />My thirsty soul kept watch for one away:-- <br />Perhaps he loves, I thought, remembers, grieves. <br />At length there came the step upon the stair, <br />Upon the lock the old familiar hand: <br />Then first my spirit seemed to scent the air <br />Of Paradise; then first the tardy sand <br />Of time ran golden; and I felt my hair <br />Put on a glory,and my soul expand.<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-pause/
