Death-Wait
Blessed is he who waits on the Lord;
But wait I must,
Yet in what accord?
Blessed also is he who pines,
Who moans and groans,
After that which he cannot reach?
Blessed is he who dies,
To all and each?
Oh how I cannot lay,
Unmoved,
Unaffected!
Oh how I cannot submit,
Until perfected!
Oh how must I rant, and rave,
Oh how verily must I vie,
Against the grave!
