A Song of the Waiting Dead + 

With us there is no gray fearing, + 

With us no aching for lack! + 

For the morn it is always nearing, + 

And the night is at our back. + 

At times a song will fall dumb, + 

A thought-bell burst in a sigh, + 

But no one says, “He will not come!” + 

She says, “He is almost nigh!” + 

The thing you call a sorrow + 

Is our delight on its way: + 

We know that the coming morrow + 

Comes on the wheels of to-day! + 

Our Past is a child asleep; + 

Delay is ripening the kiss; + 

The rising tear we will not weep + 

Until it flow for bliss. + 