Margaret Widdemer

I DID not know that I should miss you,

So silver-soft your loving came—

There were no trumpets down the dawning,

There were no leaping tides of flame:

Only a peace like still rain falling

On a tired land with drought foredone,

Only a warmth like light soft lying

On a shut place that had not sun.

I did not know that I should miss you …

I only miss you, day and night,

Stilly, as earth would miss the rainfall;

Always, as earth would miss the light.