Joseph Auslander

I HAVE waited for you long: the sun withdraws

To covert under the hills; I am alone;

No bell disturbs the evening monotone;

I seem to merge with those implacable laws

Which left the pyramid a graven pause

In some gigantic attitude of stone.

There is an advent I have never known,

There is an imminence that overawes.

Approach me, making pallor with your feet:

I have waited for you long, my cold white one;

Let not another muffled night repeat

The tragic gesture of oblivion.

Let all death be concentred in your tread …

You will not walk with me when I am dead.