Monday, August 8, 2011

At Love's Coming

Like some weed-tangled forest pool,
Unsunned, forgotten, grey,

So fared my shadowed fate before
Yon came your shining way.

Now, as a Dryad's mirrored face
Alight flush those waters dim,

Your coming floods my waiting life
With beauty to the brim;

And I would shine the wonder back
Till all sad eyes should know

Your sunlight, and all dry lips drink
Of my joy's overflow.

Edwin Percy Habberton Lulham