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Poems by William Allingham (Author: William Allingham)

poem 13

Long Delayed

  1. Oft have I search'd the weary world in vain,
    And all the rest find love and peace of heart,
    but I can only find a sluggish pain,
    As one by one the sombre days depart,
    Presenting many a toy and useless gain:
    Sweet friend, my longing, wheresoe'er thou art,
    O come at length! out of thine ambush start!
    The light on field and hill begins to wane.
  2. O dreaming fool (I said), have done, have done!
    How should a miracle be wrought for thee?—
    When lo, joy came, like verdure to a tree
    That, long time stretching wintry arms aloft,
    Replied to a day of vernal sun
    With multitudes of leaflets green and soft.

  3. p.54