Cross Roads

FIVE SONNETS

     I.  THE COMING

     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!

     II.  REALIZATION

     I know that you are not the one that I
        Should fall in love with, for your eyes are blind
        To all the things that make my world the kind
     I want to live in.  Often, when I cry
     At some vague beauty that has caught my eye,
        You laugh!  You cannot dream the dreams I find,
        In forest places where dim pathways wind
     Up to the Heaven-land so far and high.

     I know that I should never learn to care,
        And yet, sometimes the blueness of your eyes
        Can make me half forget the smiling skies....
     And, when I see the sunlight on your hair,
     I do not stop to reason, dear, for oh—
     My heart throbs faster, and I know—I know!