Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

(25 November 1875 – 15 August 1928 / Canada)

The Coming Of Love - Poem by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

HOW shall I know? Shall I hear Love pass
In the wind that sighs through the poplar tree?
Shall I follow his passing over the grass
By the prisoned scents which his footsteps free?

Shall I wake one day to a sky all blue
And meet with Spring in a crowded street?
Shall I open a door and, looking through,
Find, on a sudden, the world more sweet?

How shall I know?--last night I lay
Counting the hours' dreary sum
With naught in my heart save a wild dismay
And a fear that whispered, 'Love is come!'

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 6, 2010

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