English poem
When You Came
by Florence Earle Coates (1850–1927)
WHEN YOU CAME Dear, when you came the day was bright; The moments, roseate to my sight, Flew by me, and my heart was glad Without you; but I loved you, lad— Loved in my own despite!
As morn, I thought, so would be night, Nor feared eclipsing cloud, nor blight— Nay, fancied naught to life could add, Dear, when you came!
And now—the good I deemed my right— But you with love will still requite The follies that have made you sad! You smile—there—whisper! Nothing had Illumined for me love's altar-light, Dear, when you came!