Love’s Coming by John Shaw Neilson

Your Love’s Coming Down Like Rain by Lorette C Luzajic

Love’s Coming (1896)

Quietly as lovers
Creep at the middle noon,
Softly as players tremble
In the tears of a tune;

Quietly as lilies
Their faint vows declare,
Came the shy pilgrim:
I knew not he was there.

Quietly as tears fall
On a wild sin,
Softly as griefs call
In a violin;

Without hail or tempest,
Blue sword or flame,
Love came so lightly
I knew not that he came.

John Shaw Neilson
(1872 – 1942)

I came across this poet in McGirr’ s book, Books That Saved My Life. McGirr described his poem as ‘pure angel dust‘.

‘It is one of the most tender love poems, written by someone who had missed out on romance.’ 

‘The poem is blind. Love is felt and heard, but not seen. It was published in a time when Neilson’s eyesight was going from bad to worse.’

Jennifer @Holds Upon Happiness posts a lovely Poem for a Thursday each week. I’m enjoying sourcing poems from my recent reads to join in with her at the moment.