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 a nest of a bird
And I will not show you my heart
By a look, by a word.

Enjoy! -Jackie