Waiting in this most December
Standing weak and hiding weary
On this beach, so bleak, so dreary
Cold wet toes, as I stand
Upon my line drawn in the sand
Should I cross it if he does come
Or will my will yet stand undone
From spring to shriveled icy leaves
I seem to wait eternally
To burning sunset in the dusk
Like a statue I do rust
Waiting, hoping, thick and thin
That True Love’s hand will so lend
So one day upon my eyes
I will see my love and he be mine
And I will whisper through the snow
A warmth of gain few do know
But ‘till that day to light from dark
The day at hence I will depart
I will wait by my line
Searching, waiting, watching time