The poem
Sleepless I listen to the surge and drone And drifting roar of the town's undertone; Till through quiet falling rain I hear the bells Tolling and chiming their brief tune that tells Day's midnight end. And from the day that's over No flashes of delight I can recover; But only dreary winter streets, and faces Of people moving in loud clanging places: And I in my loneliness, longing for you...
For all I did to-day, and all I'll do To-morrow, in this city of intense Arteried activities that throb and strive, Is but a beating down of that suspense Which holds me from your arms. I am alive Only that I may find you at the end Of these slow-striking hours I toil to spend, Putting each one behind me, knowing but this- That all my days are turning toward your kiss; That all expectancy awaits the deep Consoling passion of your eyes, that keep Their radiance for my coming, and their peace For when I find in you my love's release.