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She had looked for his coming
Posted by: Mildred (---.ewndsr01.nj.comcast.net)
Date: November 06, 2004 12:23PM

Please identify the poem with this first line:

She had looked for his coming...........


Re: lost poem
Posted by: lg (---.ca.charter.com)
Date: November 06, 2004 12:42PM

Love's Coming
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox


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.

Les


Re: She had looked for his coming
Posted by: IanB (---.tnt11.mel1.da.uu.net)
Date: November 08, 2004 05:16PM

The first stanza reminds me of the similarly titled poem by Australian poet John Shaw Neilson (1872-1942)

Love's Coming

Quietly as rosebuds
Talk to the thin air,
Love came so lightly
I knew not he was there.

Quietly as lovers
Creep at the middle moon,
Softly as players tremble
In the tears of a tune;

Quietly as lilies
Their faint vows declare
Came the shy pilgrim:
I knew not he was there.

Quietly as tears fall
On a wild sin,
Softly as griefs call
In a violin;

Without hail or tempest,
Blue sword or flame,
Love came so lightly
I knew not that he came.

EWW lived from 1850 to 1919. JSN's poem was not published until later. It seems very unlikely he read her work. He was an itinerant manual laborer of little schooling. His congenitally weak eyesight made reading difficult for him. He composed mentally while doing the hardest of agricultural work and wrote on whatever scraps of paper he could find. Many of his lyrics were consumed by mice! Of those which survive, an awed critic has said "it was as though a flower should grow out of a rock". He is regarded today as one of the most individual and musical of Australian poets.




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