An Awakening


Where is Love, when one seeks it…?

Love had forgotten and gone to sleep;
Love had forgotten the present and past.
I was so glad when he ceased to weep;
“Now he is quiet,” I whispered, “at last.”

What sent you here on that night of all nights,
Breaking his slumber, dreamless and deep,
Just as I whispered below my breath,
“Love has forgotten and gone to sleep”?

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Love Poem by Anne Reeve Aldrich

Love Art – Nude on a Couch by Gustave Caillebotte. From The Minneapolis Institute of Art.