When You Came

Dear, when you came the day was bright;The moments, roseate to my sight,Flew by me, and my heart was gladWithout you; but I loved you, lad—Loved in my own despite!

As morn, I thought, so would be night,Nor feared eclipsing cloud, nor blight—Nay, fancied naught to life could add,Dear, when you came!

And now—the good I deemed my right—But you with love will still requiteThe follies that have made you sad!You smile—there—whisper! Nothing hadIllumined for me love's altar-light,Dear, when you came!