Quote#Love
The while He sits whose name is Love
Quote byJean Ingelow · 1820–1897
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Poems (1863), "Scholar and Carpenter", line 54, p. 52..
English (original)
The while He sits whose name is Love, And waits, as Noah did, for the dove, To wit if she would fly to him.He waits for us, while, houseless things, We beat about with bruised wings On the dark floods and water-springs, The ruined world, the desolate sea; With open windows from the prime All night, all day, He waits sublime, Until the fulness of the time Decreed from His eternity.
— Jean Ingelow
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