Love's Coming

An hour or more she’s gone,

And we are left alone,

I and her bird.

At last he twittered sweet,

To hear my loved one’s feet,

And I, too, heard.

When she had entered there

He cocked his head with care,

If right or wrong;

But when her voice was heard

A frenzy seized the bird

To rave in song.

“Peace, pet, my love is near,

Her voice I cannot hear

In such a din;

Thou couldst not call more loud

Unto a smiling cloud

That May hides in.”

Now, what his thoughts could be—

If she still spake and he

In harmony;

Or had forgetful grown,

Enamoured of his own

Sweet melody—

I do not know

I out with her must go

To hear her story.

We left that raving thing—

Made worse by laughter—sing

Out his mad glory.