Classic Poem

Thou long hast held unbounded sway
Both o'er my heart and o'er my lay,
And yet to-night — O dream unkind!
Henceforth, my heavy heart, be free!
There seated 'neath our trysting-tree
A stranger's form, close-veiled, I find.

How strong thine influence o'er me still!
I hasten on with anxious thrill;
The stranger lifts the muffler light,
And then — O joy! I recognize
Thy deep, thy blue, thy truthful eyes,
And all the strangeness fades outright.