WAITING, waiting. 'Tis so far <br />To the day that is to come: <br />One by one the days that are <br />All to tell their countless sum; <br />Each to dawn and each to die— <br />What so far as by and by? <br /> <br />Waiting, waiting. 'Tis not ours, <br />This to-day that flies so fast: <br />Let them go, the shadowy hours, <br />Floating, floated, into Past. <br />Our day wears to-morrow's sky— <br />What so near as by and by?<br /><br />Augusta Davies Webster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-waiting/
