MY LOVE

You have been mine, O Love! One fair, sweet day; Last night you left the courts of men And passed my way. I did not ask, O Love! In wish nor prayer, For one so strong, so wholly good, To think me fair. I did but hope, O Love! From humble sphere, To sing one song so true that you Might pause to hear; Might pause, and find, O Love! That path more sweet, When Chance should bring you once again Where strayed my feet. But then you came, O Love!— ’Twas night with me— You smiled and drove the shadows far, And I could see. You took my hands, O Love! And with your eyes You looked my soul away from me To where yours lies. I weep, my Life, my Love! But then the tears Are for the days before you came, Not coming years. You came, my King, my Love! And in your eyes I lost the fear of days, and found A Paradise!