Classic Poem

For long enough on earth I've waited sighing,
Cold, lonely, weary—nursing my sad heart
In silence and in misery, apart,
Fainting for lack of thee—enduring, dying.
Now unto me come, winged at length and flying:
Tarry no more, now these songs smite thine ear.
O love, thy new-found subtle pinions trying,
Seek me, and with the old voice silver-clear
Say unto me, “Lost sweetheart, I am here!
Thou hast done enough—now let us rest and sleep,
Forgetting all the past, its every fear,
Its every horror—plunging in the deep
Of God's eternal passion-breakered sea
That waits to swallow and mingle you and me.”