Advent

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The Advent moon shines bright and clear;

These Advent nights are very long;
Our lamps have burned year after year,
And still their flame is strong. 

‘Watchman, what of the night?’ we cry,
Heartsick with hope deferred:
‘No speaking signs are in the sky’,
Is still the watchman’s word. 

One to another hear them speak,
The patient virgins wise:
Surely He is not far to seek,
All night we watch and rise. 

The days are evil looking back,
The coming days are dim,
Yet count we not His promise slack,
But watch and wait for Him. 

Weeping we hold him fast tonight,
We will not let Him go
Till daybreak smite our wearied sight,
And summer smite the snow: 

Then figs shall bud, and dove with dove
Shall coo the livelong day;
Then He shall say ‘Arise, my love,
My fair one, come away!’ 

The Advent moon shines cold and clear.
We watch and wait.

~Christina Rossetti