"Those Who Wait"
Under the arc of night perpetual
are you lying wide awake,
waiting for the silver-break
to claim its triumph eventual?
Are you one of those who weep
over fate's betrayal upon entry;
beauty lost in gallantry;
a wound that cuts too deep?
Don't you know that those who wait
will reap the fruits of suff'ring long?——
Love distills in them a mourner's song
and then arrives——not a day too late.
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