| Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891. | | | | Time | | By James Whitcomb Riley (1849–1916) |
| | | WAIT for the morning! Ah! we wait indeed | |
| For daylight, we who toss about through stress | |
| Of vacant-armed desires and emptiness | |
| Of all the warm, warm touches that we need, | |
| And the warm kisses upon which we feed | 5 |
| Our famished lips in fancy! May God bless | |
| The starved lips of us with but one caress | |
| Warm as the yearning blood our poor hearts bleed! | |
| … A wild prayer!—bite thy pillow, praying so— | |
| Toss this side, and whirl that, and moan for dawn; | 10 |
| Let the clock’s signals dribble out their woe, | |
| And Time be drained of sorrow! Long ago | |
| We heard the crowing cock, with answer drawn, | |
| As hoarsely sad at throat as sobs…. Pray on! | | | | |
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