Beyond the Hills of Dream

by William Wilfred Campbell


 

Love


 

LOVE came at dawn when all the world was fair,
     When crimson glories, bloom, and song were rife;
Love came at dawn when hope’s wings fanned the air,
     And murmured, “I am life.” 

Love came at even when the day was done,

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     When heart and brain were tired, and slumber pressed;
Love came at eve, shut out the sinking sun,
     And whispered, “I am rest.”