'TILL THOU HAST COME Shut the chill of infinite lone and tears,
That whispers me every new Christmas
morn;
Or the melancholic toasts of sull'n heirs,
Received I from the noble kingly throne,
Plead with me gently,oh,blithesome spirit
So I'll be free,my heart shalt now rejoice,
But I shout all day long,Thou ne'er heard it,
Where art thou?Didst thou forget thine one choice?
To visit thy forlorn friend in sole
touch:
Not in pain touch of mine nor sad ostent,
Yet only certitude to come is such
For it is Christmas eve,Patience's extent!
'Till thou hast come on Christmas morn(perchance);
'Till thou hast come,I'll tarry,yea,even glance!
Jeremiah Macale
Leyte National High School
Tacloban City 6500
Leyte,Philippines