Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.
By JohnBurroughs879 Waiting
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Nor care for wind, or tide, or sea;
I rave no more ’gainst time or fate,
For, lo! my own shall come to me.
For what avails this eager pace?
I stand amid the eternal ways,
And what is mine shall know my face.
The friends I seek are seeking me;
No wind can drive my bark astray,
Nor change the tide of destiny.
I wait with joy the coming years;
My heart shall reap where it has sown,
And garner up its fruit of tears.
The brook that springs in yonder height;
So flows the good with equal law
Unto the soul of pure delight.
The tidal wave unto the sea;
Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high,
Can keep my own away from me.