Poems (Spofford)/Love in Idleness

LOVE IN IDLENESS. I.
When first she met him she was half forlorn,
Weary of aimless life and empty days,
Regretting that she ever had been born,
And wondering whither led her idle ways.

When first she met him, walking in the wood,
She saw the morning shining in his eyes,
Suddenly earth seemed sweet and life seemed good
With deeds worth doing under lofty skies.

Treading together there the forest floors,
Around her homesick heart stole flattered ease,
As when warm winds blow from ambrosial shores
To one long sailing on the lonesome seas.