Page:Poems, Volume 1, Coates, 1916.djvu/84



LOOKED from out my window once

And saw Love standing there;

No cloak had he to cover him,

His dimpled feet were bare,

And fast and chill the snowflakes fell

On his ambrosial hair.

He lifted up to mine a face

Filled with celestial light;

Fond, fond with pity grew my heart

To see his hapless plight,

And down I sped to offer him

Warm shelter for the night:—

Come in, come in, thou tender child,

A wanderer from thine own!

Hath all the world abandoned thee,

That thou art thus alone?

Come in, come in! that straightway I

For others may atone!"