To some Love comes so splendid, and so soon,
With such wide wings, and steps so royally,
That they, like sleepers wakened suddenly.
Expecting dawn, are blinded by his noon.
To some Love comes so silently and late
That all unheard he is, and passes by.
Leaving no gift but a remembered sigh.
While they stand watching at another gate.
But some know Love at the enchanted hour:
They hear him singing like a bird afar,
They see him coming like a falling star,
They meet his eyes, and all their world’s in flower.
(Ethel Clifford)
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