WHEN the dawn comes forth I wonder <br />Will our sad, sad hearts awaken, <br />And the grief we laboured under <br />From the new-in-joy be shaken? <br /> <br /> <br />If the night be long in going, <br />All our souls will fix in sadness; <br />And the light of morning glowing <br />Waken in our eyes no gladness. <br /> <br /> <br />All unschooled in mirth we will not <br />Rouse forgotten joys from sleeping; <br />And the dawn our pain shall still not: <br />We will gaze on it with weeping<br /><br />George William Russell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-456/
