THE raging, roaring, hungry blast Shook land and sea, The blinding rain fell thick and fast, And dread the thunder's minstrelsy: The lightning, flashing fell and bright, Alone relieved the rayless night When Love came in to me. My ruined hut upon the plain— Ah, misery!— No shelter gave from wind or rain. Love knocked. I cried, "Pass on, let be, Here dwell but want and wan despair." For bed and board and hearth were bare When Love came in to me. Love raised the latch. Lo! overhead The ivy tree And traveller's joy a roof had spread, The board was set full daintily; The pine logs' blaze lit all the dome, The hut became a fairy home When Love came in to me. |