WHEN the dawn comes forth I wonder
Will our sad, sad hearts awaken,
And the grief we laboured under
From the new-in-joy be shaken?
 

If the night be long in going,
All our souls will fix in sadness;
And the light of morning glowing
Waken in our eyes no gladness.
 

All unschooled in mirth we will not
Rouse forgotten joys from sleeping;
And the dawn our pain shall still not:
We will gaze on it with weeping.

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Poet: George William Russell
Poem: 22. 22. Waiting
Volume: Collected Poems by A.E.
Year: Published/Written in 1913
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Jun 5 2003
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