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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WAITING, by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR Poet's Biography First Line: The sun has slipped his tether Last Line: But it's weary, weary waiting, love. Subject(s): Waiting | |||
THE sun has slipped his tether And galloped down the west. (Oh, it's weary, weary waiting, love.) The little bird is sleeping In the softness of its nest. Night follows day, day follows dawn, And so the time has come and gone: And it's weary, weary waiting, love. The cruel wind is rising With a whistle and a wail. (And it's weary, weary waiting, love.) My eyes are seaward straining For the coming of a sail; But void the sea, and void the beach Far and beyond where gaze can reach! And it's weary, weary waiting, love. I heard the bell-buoy ringing -- How long ago it seems! (Oh, it's weary, weary waiting, love.) And ever still, its knelling Crashes in upon my dreams. The banns were read, my frock was sewn; Since then two seasons' winds have blown -- And it's weary, weary waiting, love. The stretches of the ocean Are bare and bleak to-day. (Oh, it's weary, weary waiting, love.) My eyes are growing dimmer -- Is it tears, or age, or spray? But I will stay till you come home. Strange ships come in across the foam! But it's weary, weary waiting, love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALMOST AN ELEGY by JOSEPH BRODSKY THE AWAKENING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON WAITING FOR SWEET BETTY by CLARENCE MAJOR GENTLEMEN, I ADDRESS YOU PUBLICLY by KENNETH REXROTH LA VIE EN ROSE by KENNETH REXROTH ERE SLEEP COMES DOWN TO SOOTHE THE WEARY EYES by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR |
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