Shall I not see thee waiting stand,
And, white against the evening star,
The welcome of thy beckoning hand?
John Greenleaf Whittier (Snow-Bound).
I have a dream—that some day I shall go
At break of dawn adown a rainy street,
A grey old street, and I shall come in the end
To the little house I have known, and stand; and you,
Mother of mine, who watch and wait for me.