Poem July 4, 1914 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

When Love Sways

CHARLES C. SANDELIN

Soft breezes stir, and lo! the solemn dell
Awakens as to being: to and fro
Its mute inhabitants do lightly blow,
And may perchance a tale of gladness tell.
But hush! Now yield they to a mystic spell,
Nor gentle sway nor leafy tremor know,
And but as senseless, silent specters show
When flee the winds that did each move impel.

O Love, that doth each worthy thought inspire,
While thou art absent, mute indeed the heart!
But comes, anon, the hope of true desire
And makes the quickening sense of Spirit start,
Awaking us from dreams unreal and dire
To know the lasting bliss Thou dost impart.

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