Love's Coming (Shaw poem)

Quietly as rosebuds
 * Talk to the thin air.

Love came so lightly
 * I knew not he was there.

Quietly as lovers
 * Creep at the middle moon.

Softly as players tremble
 * In the tears of a tune.

Quietly as lilies
 * Their faint vows declare.

Came the shy pilgrim,
 * I saw not he was there.

Quietly as tears fall
 * On a warm sin,

Softly as griefs call
 * In a violin.

With no hail or tempest,
 * Blue sword or flame,

Love came so lightly
 * I knew not that he came.