A person sits alone at a window late at night, unable to switch off their thoughts. The speaker wants something dramatic, like something crashing down from the sky, to pull their attention away from whatever is weighing on them. When that doesn't happen, they close their eyes and hope for a sound or a breeze to interrupt the images in their head. Nothing comes, so they turn inward and try to calm their own racing heart and fluttering stomach, almost speaking to the nerves as if they could be soothed.
The mood is tense but quietly hopeful. The speaker feels anxious and stuck in memory, and the "scent of the days so long ago" suggests the past is still close. The ending shifts the tone: they will wait patiently for the day they are "finally embraced." The poem doesn't say who or what will embrace them, which leaves it open. It could mean comfort, reunion, or relief, and the speaker seems ready to wait for it.