I DID not know that I should miss you,
So silver-soft your loving came,
There were no trumpets down the dawning,
There were no leaping tides of flame . . .
Only a peace like still rain falling
On a tired land with drought foredone,
Only a warmth like light soft-lying
On a shut place that has not sun.
I did not know that I should miss you . . .
I only miss you, day and night,
Stilly, as earth would miss the rainfall,
Always, as earth would miss the light.
