I Sit and Wait

I Sit and Wait



I sit and wait upon my soul to-night,

And watch the sea and sky,

The silent moon's far-reaching light

That glorifies the night.

Now would some keen, hard-headed son of trade

Laugh loud at me, and say,

"Tell me of what stuff a soul is made.

The thing's no good in trade."

And proud philosophers would hard contend

To tell me all they knew,

Forgetting that the lights of heaven blend

And shine, while they contend.

So each one to his wish, and as for me,

I sit to-night and wait

To find the answers to my soul in me,

And in the beauty of the sky and sea.