Classic Poem

Love , tell me in what other clime
We met and loved and passed away;
For surely in the olden time
We kissed as we have kissed to-day.

I have dim memories of a night —
A night all summer perfume, when
We passed an hour of pure delight
And parting, meant to meet again.

'Twas in a rude and warlike age
Of lance and helm and steel-mailed glove,
When more with joy than martial rage,
Men died to win a lady's love.

I loved thee then, not less than now;
We meet to-day as then we met;
The same sweet light on lip and brow —
The look of love, is lingering yet.

We've slept since then, profound and sweet,
The dreamless slumber of decay;
Nor marked how time with tireless feet
Bore years and centuries away.

And while we slept the sword and pen
Upturned the feudal world above,
Changed customs, changed the race of men,
Changed all, except ourselves and love.

But of this change we heeded nought
Save of a yearning, vague, profound;
And restless through the world we sought
Until each other's arms we found.

And ere long we shall part, to take
Our rest with death and silence. When
After dim centuries we wake,
Doubt not we meet and love again.