10.08.2014, 13:25
THE LATE COMER
BE glad that love hath come to thee and me,
Beloved, tardy comer though he is;
Dearer to me this rare autumnal bliss
Than all the Spring's precarious grace could be.
What were life's triumphs, never more to see
Love's splendor burn in other eyes — to miss
The rapturous wonder when love's first warm kiss
Dews the soft lips surrendered trustingly.
Dear, in deep shadows I so long have lain
That I am avid of the smallest ray
Foretelling love's great glory dawns again
To bless my life, ere evening, chill and gray,
Quenches the vital spark in heart and brain;
O star of hope, lead in the fuller day!
BE glad that love hath come to thee and me,
Beloved, tardy comer though he is;
Dearer to me this rare autumnal bliss
Than all the Spring's precarious grace could be.
What were life's triumphs, never more to see
Love's splendor burn in other eyes — to miss
The rapturous wonder when love's first warm kiss
Dews the soft lips surrendered trustingly.
Dear, in deep shadows I so long have lain
That I am avid of the smallest ray
Foretelling love's great glory dawns again
To bless my life, ere evening, chill and gray,
Quenches the vital spark in heart and brain;
O star of hope, lead in the fuller day!