  I If love had found me in cold cheerless ways And led me forth into the light;—if bloom Of sweet and sudden flowers, instead of gloom In the long nights and unillumined days, Thy love had brought me;—then at love’s high praise I had not so much wondered;—if the doom Of pitiless destiny had given room To thy bright presence,—then in swift amaze I were less awed than now. No life could be More sweet than that past life of mine, I thought; And when the changing years in fulness brought Another life enriched by love and thee, That all my beautiful past should seem as naught,— |
|
