Classic Poem

In the quiet summer twilight,
Midst the glowing crimson bars
That the fading sunlight painted,
Glimmered out two beauteous stars.

Both were bright, but one was peerless,
And I fondly named it thine;
As they seemed to love each other,
Fancy called the pale one mine.

Lovingly they shone together,
Making heaven around them bright,
While the silent hours went trooping
Through the solemn halls of night.

Till a leaden cloud came over,
Like a messenger of doom,
And concealed the brightest jewel
In the foldings of its gloom.

Sadly gazed I on the reft one,
When its spirit's mate had flown;
And I deemed its light grew paler
As it trembled on alone.

And a fervent prayer to Heaven
Whispered from my inmost heart,
That the pale, destroying angel
Might not rend us thus apart.

For I would not wish to linger,
Like that little star above,
By the wayside of existence,
When there's nothing left to love.