Advenit Amor by Alan Sullivan — Read

Serie: The White Canoe And other Verse

Silence again, sweetheart, the shadows grow,

I watch the white stars climb into the sky,

Hear the dull rapids' softened lullaby

In smothered thunder, brooding sweet and low;

Catch in the east the pallid silver glow

Of a new moon, that floating pure and clear

In perfect promise of the fuller sphere,

Dips this dim world in glory, mounting slow.

Not always had the heavens such a charm;

Last year the rapids were not half so sweet, / The wind had not such rythmic melody, / Till, Love, love came, and fanned the cold 'heart warm, / Attuned to music chords still incomplete, / And set the whole night whispering of thee.