George Willis Cooke, comp. The Poets of Transcendentalism: An Anthology. 1903.
WaitingJohn Burroughs (18371921)
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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 hath 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.