FIVE SONNETS

I know that Love will come to me, some day,

Though I have never loved, or looked on Love;

I know that Love will wait beside the way

And smile at me. The tender skies above

Will be alight with all the joy of spring,

And flowers will life their heads above the earth,

And some far bird will stay its flight and sing,

And fill the land with silver throated mirth.

I know that Love, at last, with smiling eyes,

Will pause beside my half-swung cottage door,

And I will lift my gaze, without surprise,

To see his shadow dance across the floor.

I know that Love will come to me, some day,

When springtime blossoms, shyly, into May!