Anticipation
Awaits my heart for day not far
From hence; oh, why must it seem so?
For length of Time’s dull pacing are
A nuisance raw unto my soul.
But pleasant yet are moments passed
In contemplation fair and bright
Upon the time when hope, at last,
Has grown and fruited into sight.
So rests my mind on cheerful thoughts
And dreams which now are flesh and blood
As I await, as through a drought,
The wellspring promising a flood.
❤️
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