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John Shaw Neilson

John Shaw Neilson

Love’s Coming

QUIETLY as rosebuds
Talk to thin air,
Love came so lightly
I knew not he was there.
 
Quietly as lovers
Creep at the middle noon,
Softly as players tremble
In the tears of a tune;
 
Quietly as lilies
Their faint vows declare,
Came the shy pilgrim:
I knew not he was there.
 
Quietly as tears fall
On a wild sin,
Softly as griefs call
In a violin;
 
Without hail or tempest,
Blue sword or flame,
Love came so lightly
I knew not that he came.

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