Impatience.

How can I wait until you come to me?          The once fleet mornings linger by the way,              Their sunny smiles touched with malicious glee          At my unrest; they seem to pause, and play          Like truant children, while I sigh and say,         How can I wait?              How can I wait? Of old, the rapid hours         Refused to pause or loiter with me long;              But now they idly fill their hands with flowers,          And make no haste, but slowly stroll among          The summer blooms, not heeding my one song,         How can I wait?              How can I wait? The nights alone are kind;          They reach forth to a future day, and bring              Sweet dreams of you to people all my mind;          And time speeds by on light and airy wing.          I feast upon your face, I no more sing,         How can I wait?              How can I wait? The morning breaks the spell          A pitying night has flung upon my soul.              You are not near me, and I know full well          My heart has need of patience and control;          Before we meet, hours, days, and weeks must roll.         How can I wait?              How can I wait? Oh, love, how can I wait          Until the sunlight of your eyes shall shine              Upon my world that seems so desolate?          Until your hand-clasp warms my blood like wine;          Until you come again, oh, love of mine,         How can I wait?