Oft on my way, my daily task pursuing, <br />Meet I two fairy figures face to face, <br />Beauty and Peace, who smile on me, embuing <br />All else I see with something of their grace. <br /> <br />Not in my youth did I their shapes discover, <br />Not in those hours of transport and despairs, <br />Rather they come now that high noon is over, <br />And like sweet ghosts they make the twilight theirs. <br /> <br />Constant and shy, they seek those spirits only <br />Who have made silence for their soft behests; <br />Whose garnished thresholds, welcoming and lonely, <br />Faithful await the long desired guests.<br /><br />Alice Duer Miller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/late-comers/
