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Lord, I am waiting, weeping, watching for Thee: / My youth and hope lie by me buried and dead, / My wandering love hath not where to lay its head / Except Thou say "Come to Me."
My noon is ended, abolished from life and light, / My noon is ended, ended and done away, / My sun went down in the hours that still were day, / And my lingering day is night.