In wandering through waste places of the world, <br />I met my love and knew not she was mine. <br />But soon a light more tender, more divine, <br />Filled earth and heaven; richer cloud-curtains furled <br />The west at eve; a softer flush impearled <br />The gates of dawn; a note more pure and fine <br />Rang in the thrush's song; a rarer shine <br />Varnished the leaves by May's sweet sun uncurled. <br />To me, who loved but knew not, all the air <br />Trembled to shocks of far-off melodies, <br />As all the summer's rustling thrills the trees <br />When spring suns strike their boughs, asleep and bare. <br />And then, one blessed day, I saw arise <br />Love's morning, glorious, in her tranquil eyes.<br /><br />John Hay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-dawn/
