She had looked for his coming as warriors come, <br />With the clash of arms and the bugle's call; <br />But he came instead with a stealthy tread, <br />Which she did not hear at all. <br /> <br />She had thought how his armor would blaze in the sun, <br />As he rode like a prince to claim his bride: <br />In the sweet dim light of the falling night <br />She found him at her side. <br /> <br />She had dreamed how the gaze of his strange, bold eye <br />Would wake her heart to a sudden glow: <br />She found in his face the familiar grace <br />Of a friend she used to know. <br /> <br />She had dreamed how his coming would stir her soul, <br />As the ocean is stirred by the wild storm's strife: <br />He brought her the balm of a heavenly calm, <br />And a peace which crowned her life.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-coming/
