Classic Poem

Marcia! ... Across the glassy twilit pool
I heard your following playmates call your name.
The pale mists parted, and I saw your cool
Delicate figure poise, and like a flame
Shoot out to the dark water, and emerge
Dripping, silent, and smiling, where I stood.
You turned again and leaping from the verge
Swam toward the darkness, leaving me to brood
All evening on your slender arms and hands,
Your shadowy breast, your swiftly flushing face ...
Some light still glimmers on these somber lands
Where beauty has one moment left its trace ...
Marcia! ... some day your lover shall possess
More of you — but no more of loveliness.