VAGRANT LOVE.
O VAGRANT Love! do you come this way? I hear you knock at the long-closed door That turned too oft on its hinge before— I am stronger now; I can say you Nay.
The vague, sweet smile on your lips to-day, Its meaning and magic I know of yore: O vagrant Love, do you come this way? I hear your knock at the long-closed door.
But why your summons should I obey? I listened once till my heart grew sore— Shall I listen again, and again deplore? Nay! Autumn must ever be wiser than May— And the more we welcome the more you betray— O vagrant Love, would you come this way?