WHEN LOVE CAME
I remember it was young May
When love came, unbidden, unto me,
I remember the very eve, with its aloofness,
Yet its yielding.
I remember the masked moon that lead the stars forth,
And the whiteness of earth beneath her deathy spell
And how love came.
Tall he was, with fair hair, and two eyes that spoke truth,
With lips that were haunted by a pureness,
As though the spell of motherhood still hung about them,
And his arms were unlearned, ---lo, they encradled me like
a mother her babe.
