April 30
Companions of the Way (Evening)Though the vision tarry, wait for it.
BETWEEN the swallows and the stars To wait is all that hope can do;
Between the weary window-bars
To watch the fading belts of blue;
To wait and hold a balanced mind
Till Life his promised bride shall find.
Ah! for the simple guileless faith
That raves not at the bolts of fate;
Ah! for the patient tongue that saith
"Though late he cometh, not too late!"
The heart that beats in coolest thyme
With "God's good time," and "in God's good time."
Long sought, long dreamed of, long withstood,
Cajoled by youth, and foiled by sin,
Ethereal Love! Immortal Good!
O, thine own pathway to me win;
Nor let me faint in hopeless strife
Until I clasp the core of life!
EDMUND
W. GOSSE