Poems (Linn)/The Coming of Love
THE COMING OF LOVE.
WHO has not seen on a dull autumn day,The sun burst from some overhanging cloud,And noted how the gray world doffed its shroudAnd laughed like a young bride? How bright and gayThe maple and the stunted sumachs burned,And some late robin dreaming it was springForgot his southern home and stopped to sing.So to the heart came love; its splendor turnedThe world to glory. I was glad beforeAnd life was beautiful; but now is thrownLove's golden gleaming on the world long known,Making it brighter than it was of yore;While old-time memories that once were sadBurst into song to make the heart more glad.