Love's Coming (Shaw poem)

Quietly as rosebudsTalk to the thin air.Love came so lightlyI knew not he was there.

Quietly as loversCreep at the middle moon.Softly as players trembleIn the tears of a tune.

Quietly as liliesTheir faint vows declare.Came the shy pilgrim,I saw not he was there.

Quietly as tears fallOn a warm sin,Softly as griefs callIn a violin.

With no hail or tempest,Blue sword or flame,Love came so lightlyI knew not that he came.