Longing is like the Seed
That wrestles in the Ground,
Believing if it intercede
It shall at length be found.
The Hour, and the Clime --
Each Circumstance unknown,
What Constancy must be achieved
Before it see the Sun!
Longing is like the Seed
That wrestles in the Ground,
Believing if it intercede
It shall at length be found.
The Hour, and the Clime --
Each Circumstance unknown,
What Constancy must be achieved
Before it see the Sun!
© Emily Dickinson