Later Sonnets: The Coming of Love

You ask me how this wonder came about.
'Twas thus it happened : I, that day, alone
Still weak and wrapped in white and without thought,
Had wandered forth towards the dial stone.
No voice had told me to prepare a throne
For my King's coming ; neither had I wrought
New robes for him, nor woven any crown,
Nor any speech my stammering lips had taught.
He came unheralded. His dark eyes were
His only messengers for my delight.
These told me of his presence and his will,
And bade me fear not I was less than fair,
But that I ever more thus clothed in white
His grace should find. And so I serve him still.