WAITING, waiting. 'Tis so far br To the day that is to come: br One by one the days that are br All to tell their countless sum; br Each to dawn and each to die— br What so far as by and by? br br Waiting, waiting. 'Tis not ours, br This to-day that flies so fast: br Let them go, the shadowy hours, br Floating, floated, into Past.