Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume II. Love. 1904. | | | | VII. Love’s Power | | Hope Deferred | | Anonymous |
| | | HIS hand at last! By his own fingers writ, | |
| I catch my name upon the wayworn sheet: | |
| His hand—oh, reach it to me quick! And yet, | |
| Scarce can I hold, so fast my pulses beat. | |
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| O feast of soul! O banquet richly spread! | 5 |
| O passion-lettered scroll from o’er the sea! | |
| Like a fresh burst of life to one long dead, | |
| Joy, strength, and bright content come back with thee, | |
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| Long prayed and waited for through months so drear; | |
| Each day methought my waiting heart must break; | 10 |
| Why is it that our loved ones grow more dear | |
| The more we suffer for their sweetest sake? | |
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| His hand at last! each simple word aglow | |
| With truthful tenderness and promise sweet. | |
| Now to my daily tasks I ’ll singing go, | 15 |
| Fed by the music of this wayworn sheet. | | | | |
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