Expectation
It’s not so horrible to die, more frightful to continue living,
And wait for misty end of random days in vain,
And shake the hands and smile with dubious thanksgiving,
To fall asleep with hope and part with it again.
And looking at the moon with grief to howl quietly,
And shudder after hearing inviting call of fate,
And to thy own soul by only touching slightly
To hear in the silence the distant plea of date.
And there is no life, is only expectation,
Is only click in ears and voices in the vein,
And of these distant stars the brilliant invitation,
And pain for those who stayed on mournful earth again.