129 . Love’s Coming

QUIETLY as rosebuds

Talk to thin air,

Love came so lightly

I knew not he was there.

Quietly as lovers

Creep at the middle noon,

Softly as players tremble

In the tears of a tune;

Quietly as lilies

Their faint vows declare,

Came the shy pilgrim:

I knew not he was there.

Quietly as tears fall

On a warm sin,

Softly as griefs call

In a violin;

Without hail or tempest,

Blue sword or flame,

Love came so lightly

I knew not that he came.