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.