She Had Looked For His Coming As Warriors Come, With The Clash Of Arms And The Bugle'S Call: But He Came Instead With A Stealthy Tread, Which She Did Not Hear At All. She Had Thought How His Armor Would Blaze In The Sun, As He Rode Like A Prince To Claim His Bride: In The Sweet Dim Light Of The Falling Night She Found Him At Her Side. She Had Dreamed How The Gaze Of His Strange, Bold Eye Would Wake Her Heart To A Sudden Glow: She Found In His Face The Familiar Grace Of A Friend She Used To Know. She Had Dreamed How His Coming Would Stir Her Soul, As The Ocean Is Stirred By The Wild Storm'S Strife: He Brought Her The Balm Of A Heavenly Calm, And A Peace Which Crowned Her Life.