Your Coming

If melody could blossom into color,
If chime of bells could shower into light,
If song could swell in radiance full and fuller—
Such were your coming, dearest, to my sight.

If radiance had a voice of rapture,
If light were song, and color melody—
Such were the music that my senses capture
When in your loveliness you lean to me!
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