The Poet’s Delay.

IN vain I see the morning rise,
In vain observe the western blaze,
Who idly look to other skies,
Expecting life by other ways.

Amidst such boundless wealth without,
I only still am poor within,
The birds have sung their summer out,
But still my spring does not begin.

Shall I then wait the autumn wind,
Compelled to seek a milder day,
And leave no curious nest behind,
No woods still echoing to my lay?

• Romaic and Rhine Ballads.
• The Black Knight.
• Lectures on the Times [II].
• The Inward Morning.
• Free Love.
• The Poet's Delay.
• Rumors from an Æolian Harp.
• Hollis Street Council.
• The Moon.
• To the Maiden in the East.