Classic Poem

We were walking by a swift river;
The willows were golden above us,
And the new green of the meadows
Was not greener than your strange eyes,
Full of flight
As a bird's spread wings over sunny valleys.

" Beloved, " you said,
As we watched the sunset lights on the river,
" We are like two beings
Born of one womb. "

In your eyes I saw my image
Mirrored like sudden fire. . . .