| SLEEPLESS I listen to the surge and drone | |
| And drifting roar of the town’s undertone; | |
| Till through quiet falling rain I hear the bells | |
| Tolling and chiming their brief tune that tells | |
| Day’s midnight end. And from the day that’s over | 5 |
| No flashes of delight I can recover; | |
| But only dreary winter streets, and faces | |
| Of people moving in loud clanging places: | |
| And I in my loneliness, longing for you... | |
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| For all I did to-day, and all I’ll do | 10 |
| To-morrow, in this city of intense | |
| Arteried activities that throb and strive, | |
| Is but a beating down of that suspense | |
Which holds me from your arms.
I am alive | |
| Only that I may find you at the end | 15 |
| Of these slow-striking hours I toil to spend, | |
| Putting each one behind me, knowing but this— | |
| That all my days are turning toward your kiss; | |
| That all expectancy awaits the deep | |
| Consoling passion of your eyes, that keep | 20 |
| Their radiance for my coming, and their peace | |
| For when I find in you my love’s release. | |
