LOVE’S COMING

She had looked for his coming as warriors come,

With the clash of arms and the bugle’s call;

But he came instead with a stealthy tread,

Which she did not hear at all.

She had thought how his armor would blaze in the sun,

As he rode like a prince to claim his bride:

In the sweet dim light of the falling night

She found him at her side.

She had dreamed how the gaze of his strange, bold eye

Would wake her heart to a sudden glow:

She found in his face the familiar grace

Of a friend she used to know.

She had dreamed how his coming would stir her soul,

As the ocean is stirred by the wild storm’s strife:

He brought her the balm of a heavenly calm,

And a peace which crowned her life.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
1850-1919