EXPECTATION.

FULL oft, before the morning

Has the eastern sky made gray,

At the window I've waited, trembling,

And gaz'd far, far away.

And in the hours of noonday

Have I wept, ah, bitterly!

But I meant at heart to murmur,

"Yet will he come to me."

The night, the night is coming,

That I long have sought to shun;

I have lost what I lov'd the dearest -

The day, alas, is done!