Wait . . . wait patiently. . . . I would that I were like a tree So still, so silent, straight, unbent -- Out there beneath the firmament -- . . . Waiting . . . waiting -- patiently. Day by day it stands While gaily heaven's golden wand With sweet persistence sprinkles beams Of sunshine-rays upon its leaves -- . . . Waits . . . standing -- patiently. Through eve's dusky time, When church bells sing through silver chimes, Its watch still keeps while changing earth And shadows play with gentle mirth -- . . . As it waits on -- so patiently. Oh, may this my prayer So earnest be: that I may more, And more, grow like a tree That waits and waits so patiently -- . . . I shall wait as still -- as patiently. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LITTLE SNAIL by HILDA CONKLING HYSTERIA by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT VAIN TEARS, FR. THE QUEEN OF CORINTH by JOHN FLETCHER NO COMING TO GOD WITHOUT CHRIST by ROBERT HERRICK FARRAGUT by WILLIAM TUCKEY MEREDITH THE LOW-DOWN WHITE by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE ETUDE REALISTE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |