The Ring of Amethyst

by Alice Wellington Rollins

MIRACLE.

If love had found me in cold cheerless ways

And led me forth into the light;—if bloom

Of sweet and sudden flowers, instead of gloom

In the long nights and unillumined days,

Thy love had brought me;—then at love’s high praise

I had not so much wondered;—if the doom

Of pitiless destiny had given room

To thy bright presence,—then in swift amaze