Waiting

H. Burleigh

Hills that miss you,

Pines that whisper you,

Days that dawn in vain;

Brooks that mourn you,

Paths hard worn for you,

Beaten by lonely rain.

Birds that call you,

Buds that fall for you,

Stars that seek and wave,

Hands that need you,

Hearts that plead for you,

Pray for your coming again!