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Show WAITING. New York Ledger. .V- . , Train dawn to nightfall at her iviadow sitting, -8ne waits, while drift the heavy hours away, And, like the swallows, all her thoughts go flit. . ting ' ' To that sweet south wherein they fain would stay. Vet, all day long abe listens for his coming. All the long day she dreams of one dear face; She hears his whisper in the bees' low humming, She feels his kisses in the wind's embrace. Lonely she dreams, while the warm sunshine lingers Upon her face, her pallid face, yet fair; Alone sits sobbing, while with silver fingers ' The moonbeams thread her soft, unbraided hair. Ah, heavy heart! so passionate its yearning, She needs must know that all her peace is o'er; That eager pain "neath her white bosom burning, Tells her His gone, to enter there no more. But once to feel, unchecked, bis fond caressing! One wild, sweet, hour, close to his heart to press! There her thought stops; what else of bliss or blessing Tue great world holds, she does not care to guess. ; BtilJ at. her windoTr-dreaming, longing, weeping. While to their mates the gray doves coo and call, She leans, and watches the slow clouds go creeping creep-ing Far down the blue, beyond the city wall. |