She had looked for is coming as warriors come
With the clash of arms and the bugles call:
But he came instead with a stealthy tread,
Which she did not hear at all.
She had thought how his armour would blaze in the sun,
As he rode like a prince to claim his bride:
In the sweet dim light of the falling night
She found him at her side.
She had dreamed how the gaze of his strange, bold eye
Would wake her heart to a sudden glow:
She found in his face the familiar grace
Of a friend she used to know.
She had dreamed how his coming would stir her soul,
As the ocean is stirred by the wild storm's strife:
He bought her the balm of a heavenly calm,
And a peace which crowned her life.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox