How can I wait until you come to me? <br /> The once fleet mornings linger by the way; <br />Their sunny smiles touched with malicious glee <br /> At my unrest, they seem to pause, and play <br /> Like truant children, while I sigh and say, <br /> How can I wait? <br /> <br />How can I wait? Of old, the rapid hours <br /> Refused to pause or loiter with me long; <br />But now they idly fill their hands with flowers, <br /> And make no haste, but slowly stroll among <br /> The summer blooms, not heeding my one song, <br /> How can I wait? <br /> <br />How can I wait? The nights alone are kind; <br /> They reach forth to a future day, and bring <br />Sweet dreams of you to people all my mind; <br /> And time speeds by on light and airy wing. <br /> I feast upon your face, I no more sing, <br /> How can I wait? <br /> <br />How can I wait? The morning breaks the spell <br /> A pitying night has flung upon my soul. <br />You are not near me, and I know full well <br /> My heart has need of patience and control; <br /> Before we meet, hours, days, and weeks must roll, <br /> How can I wait? <br /> <br />How can I wait? Oh, Love, how can I wait <br /> Until the sunlight f your eyes shall shine <br />Upon my world that seems so desolate? <br /> Until your hand-clasp warms my blood like wine; <br /> Until you come again, oh, Love of mine, <br /> How can I wait?<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/impatience/
