Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
WaitingCharles Henry Crandall (18581923)
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At Christmas-tide await the opening door,
Eager to tread the fairy-haunted floor
Around the tree with goodly gifts for all,
Oft in the darkness to each other call—
Trying to guess their happiness before—
Or knowing elders eagerly implore
To tell what fortune unto them may fall:
And, with strange fancies or another’s thought,
Try to divine before the curtain rise
The wondrous scene; forgetting that the gloom
Must shortly rise from what the ages sought—
The Father’s long-planned gift of Paradise.