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"The Coming of Love" by Ethna Carbery [aka Mrs. Seumus MacManus, Anna Johnston] (1866-1902)
From: The Four Winds of Eirinn: Poems by Ethna Carbery. (Anna MacManus.), Complete Edition, Edited by Seumas MacManus. Dublin, Ireland: M. H. Gill and Son, Ltd. 1906. p. 117.

Editor: Mary Mark 
Ockerbloom

[Page 117] 

THE COMING OF LOVE.

He came in the sea-drift and rain,
His eyes held a passionate pain,
  The night-dew lay damp on his hair:
    I knew not the face nor the form,
  The voice of undying despair
    That craved for a rest from the storm.
I opened my door straight and wide,
And beckoned him safe to my side.

He nestled anear me: each day
Brought a gladder, new sense of dismay
  As closer he crept to my heart,
    This outcast who came with the wind.
  I never dared bid him depart,
    For I knew there would linger behind
Grave sorrow, unending regret,
For something too fond to forget.

One morning I rose unaware,
And stole up my heart's secret stair;
  And gazed through the half-open door:
    My guest was asleep on a throne,
  A dread quiver lay on the floor,
    And I knew it was Love, who alone
Had braved all the tempest's mad strife,
To teach me the glory of Life.

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