She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
   With the clash of arms and the bugle's call;
But he came instead with a stealthy tread,
   Which she did not hear at all.

She had thought how his armor would blaze in the sun,
   As he rode like a prince to claim his bride:
In the sweet dim light of the falling night
   She found him at her side.

She had dreamed how the gaze of his strange, bold eye
   Would wake her heart to a sudden glow:
She found in his face the familiar grace
   Of a friend she used to know.

She had dreamed how his coming would stir her soul,
   As the ocean is stirred by the wild storm's strife:
He brought her the balm of a heavenly calm,
   And a peace which crowned her life.

Poems of Passion by Ella Wheeler
Chicago : Belford, Clarke & Co, 1883.

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