Waiting

Serene, i fold my hands and wait,   Nor care for wind, or tide, or sea; I rave no more ’gainst time or fate,   For, lo! my own shall come to me. I stay my haste, I make delays,   For what avails this eager pace? I stand amid the eternal ways,   And what is mine shall know my face. Asleep, awake, by night or day,   The friends I seek are seeking me; No wind can drive my bark astray,   Nor change the tide of destiny. What matter if I stand alone?   I wait with joy the coming years; My heart shall reap where it has sown,   And garner up its fruit of tears. The waters know their own and draw   The brook that springs in yonder height; So flows the good with equal law   Unto the soul of pure delight. The stars come nightly to the sky;   The tidal wave unto the sea; Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high,   Can keep my own away from me.