4649314Poems — Since You CameEdith Willis Linn
SINCE YOU CAME.
BEFORE you came I loved these wooded hills,
This willow-bordered stream, where in the spring
The bluebirds woo their feathered mates to sing
Among the yellow catkins. Ever thrills
My heart with joy, when by these laughing rills
I hear the oriole call; and watch how white
The sailing clouds are mirrored in the bright
Clear pools. Here beauty all my doubts and longings stills
When I remember thus God can let fall
His image in the heart that is at rest.
But since you came, since your love lendeth all
A newer beauty, how divinely blest
Am I! Yet, my belovèd, where you call
I come; with you earth's worst place were the best.