{"id":8366,"date":"2022-07-21T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-07-21T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=8366"},"modified":"2022-07-21T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2022-07-21T05:00:00","slug":"waiting","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/waiting\/","title":{"rendered":"Waiting"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From <a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn85038485\/1914-07-21\/ed-1\/seq-4\/\">The Birmingham Age Herald, July 21, 1914<\/a>. By John Burroughs.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>Serene, I fold my hands and wait,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nor care for wind, or tide, or sea;<br\/>I rave no more \u2018gainst time or fate,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For lo! my own shall come to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>I stay my haste, I make delays,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For what avails this eager pace?<br\/>I stand amid the eternal ways,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And what is mine shall know my face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>Asleep, awake, by night or day,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The friends I seek are seeking me;<br\/>No wind can drive my bark astray,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nor change the tides of destiny.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>What matter if I stand alone?<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I wait with joy the coming years;<br\/>My heart shall reap where it has sown,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And garner up its fruit of tears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>The waters know their own and draw<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The brook that springs in yonder height;<br\/>So flows the good with equal law<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Unto the soul of pure delight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p> The stars come nightly to the sky;<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The tidal wave unto the sea;<br\/>Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Can keep my own away from me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From The Birmingham Age Herald, July 21, 1914. By John Burroughs. Serene, I fold my hands and wait,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nor care for wind, or tide, or sea;I rave no more \u2018gainst time or fate,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For lo! my own shall come to me. I stay my haste, I make delays,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For what avails this eager pace?I stand amid the eternal [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,9],"tags":[191],"class_list":["post-8366","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-the-birmingham-age-herald","tag-john-burroughs"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8366","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8366"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8366\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8366"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8366"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8366"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}