Waiting
WHEN the dawn comes forth I wonder	
Will our sad, sad hearts awaken,	
And the grief we laboured under	
From the new-in-joy be shaken?	

If the night be long in going,	
All our souls will fix in sadness;	
And the light of morning glowing	
Waken in our eyes no gladness.	

All unschooled in mirth we will not	
Rouse forgotten joys from sleeping;	
And the dawn our pain shall still not:	
We will gaze on it with weeping.