<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477947" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Waiting</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun has slipped his tether<br>And galloped down the west.<br>(Oh, it's weary, weary waiting, love.)<br>The little bird is sleeping<br>In the softness of its nest.<br>Night follows day, day follows dawn,<br>And so the time has come and gone:<br>And it's weary, weary waiting, love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cruel wind is rising<br>With a whistle and a wail.<br>(And it's weary, weary waiting, love.)<br>My eyes are seaward straining<br>For the coming of a sail;<br>But void the sea, and void the beach<br>Far and beyond where gaze can reach!<br>And it's weary, weary waiting, love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I heard the bell-buoy ringing--<br>How long ago it seems!<br>(Oh, it's weary, weary waiting, love.)<br>And ever still, its knelling<br>Crashes in upon my dreams.<br>The banns were read, my frock was sewn;<br>Since then two seasons' winds have blown--<br>And it's weary, weary waiting, love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The stretches of the ocean<br>Are bare and bleak to-day.<br>(Oh, it's weary, weary waiting, love.)<br>My eyes are growing dimmer--<br>Is it tears, or age, or spray?<br>But I will stay till you come home.<br>Strange ships come in across the foam!<br>But it's weary, weary waiting, love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Laurence+Dunbar">Paul Laurence Dunbar</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477947" data-title="Waiting de Paul Laurence Dunbar" data-description="The sun has slipped his tether And galloped down the west. (Oh, it's weary, weary waiting, love.) The little bird is sleeping In the softness of its nest. Night follows day, day follows dawn, And so the time has come and gone: And it's weary, wear..."></div> </div> </div>

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