If You Came by Ruth Pitter

If you came to my secret glade,
Weary with heat,
I would set you down in the shade
I would wash your feet.
If you came in the winter sad,
Wanting for bread,
I would give you the last that I had,
I would give you my bed.
But the place is hidden apart
Like a nest by a brook,
And I will not show you my heart
By a word, by a look.
The place is hidden apart
Like the nest of a bird:
And I will not show you my heart
By a look, by a word.

From: http://www.impalapublications.com/blog/index.php?/archives/3410-IF-YOU-CAME-a-poem,-by-Ruth-Pitter.html

Date: 1939

By: Ruth Pitter (1897-1992)