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Show WAITING FOR A LETTER. I am waiting for a letter From a loving friend of mine, That will fill my heart with gladness As I glance along each line. Each sentence bearing treasure, Kind and gentle in its tone, Telling my thy hopes are ever Blended sweetly with my own. I am waiting for a letter That is coach'd in language sweet, With honey'd words and fancies fair To make my life more sweet. ‘Twill be to me like some old tune, Played with enchanted air, Link'd happy with thy own dear voice, And face so sweet and fair. I am waiting for a letter From a maid with violet eyes, Who, more than glittering gems or gold - Ay, or life itself-I'll prize. Who has won my heart completely, With her gentle, winning way, And is worthy of all the homage That a poet's heart can pay. Oh! then, darling, write the letter, And don't let me wait in vain, And I'll tell thee how I love you When I answer it again. -Waverly. |