Here you will find the Poem WAITING, waiting of poet Augusta Davies Webster
WAITING, waiting. 'Tis so far To the day that is to come: One by one the days that are All to tell their countless sum; Each to dawn and each to die? What so far as by and by? Waiting, waiting. 'Tis not ours, This to-day that flies so fast: Let them go, the shadowy hours, Floating, floated, into Past. Our day wears to-morrow's sky? What so near as by and by?
