Explore "Some Verses: Poems: WAITING FOR DAY" by Helen Hay Whitney on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Sweet Lady Night is paling white. / Why lags her Lord and Master? / She weeping, lays her jewels off -- / Ah -- may he not come faster.
But hush -- the tender rosy blush / Her beauty fair adorning / Her love steps o'er the mountain's rim, / They kiss -- and here's the morning.