Roll, on, O shining sun, <br />To the far seas, <br />Bring down, ye shades of eve, <br />The soft, salt breeze! <br />Shine out, O stars, and light <br />My darling's pathway bright, <br />As through the summer night <br />She comes to me. <br /> <br />No beam of any star <br />Can match her eyes; <br />Her smile the bursting day <br />In light outvies. <br />Her voice the sweetest thing <br />Heard by the raptured spring <br />When waking wild-woods ring- <br />She comes to me. <br /> <br />Ye stars, more swiftly wheel, <br />O'er earth's still breast; <br />More wildly plunge and reel <br />In the dim west! <br />The earth is lone and lorn, <br />Till the glad day be born, <br />Till with the happy morn <br />She comes to me.<br /><br />John Hay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/expectation-2/
