Sagas of Vaster Britain: Poems of the Race, the Empire and the Divinity of Man

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.”