Dear Ritchie, I am waiting for the signal word to fly, <br />And tell me that the visit which has suffered such belating <br />Is to be a thing of now, and no more of by-and-by. <br />Dear Ritchie, I am waiting. <br /> <br />The sea is at its bluest, and the Spring is new creating <br />The woods and dens we know of, and the fields rejoicing lie, <br />And the air is soft as summer, and the hedge-birds all are mating. <br /> <br />The Links are full of larks' nests, and the larks possess the sky, <br />Like a choir of happy spirits, melodiously debating, <br />All is ready for your coming, dear Ritchie--yes, and I, <br />Dear Ritchie, I am waiting.<br /><br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-invitation-3/
