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Paul Laurence Dunbar - Waiting
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The sun has slipped his tether
    And galloped down the west.
  (Oh, it`s weary, weary waiting, love.)
  The little bird is sleeping
    In the softness of its nest.
  Night follows day, day follows dawn,
  And so the time has come and gone:
    And it`s weary, weary waiting, love.

  The cruel wind is rising
    With a whistle and a wail.
  (And it`s weary, weary waiting, love.)
  My eyes are seaward straining
    For the coming of a sail;
  But void the sea, and void the beach
  Far and beyond where gaze can reach!
    And it`s weary, weary waiting, love.

  I heard the bell-buoy ringing--
    How long ago it seems!
  (Oh, it`s weary, weary waiting, love.)
  And ever still, its knelling
    Crashes in upon my dreams.
  The banns were read, my frock was sewn;
  Since then two seasons` winds have blown--
    And it`s weary, weary waiting, love.

  The stretches of the ocean
    Are bare and bleak to-day.
  (Oh, it`s weary, weary waiting, love.)
  My eyes are growing dimmer--
    Is it tears, or age, or spray?
  But I will stay till you come home.
  Strange ships come in across the foam!
    But it`s weary, weary waiting, love.
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