Classic Poem

At length have I my darling gained
'Mid bustling crowds so lately thrown;
Thou in mine arms art closely chained,
Now art thou mine — yea, mine alone.
At this still hour all nature sleeps,
We wake, but all is hushed beside,
As in the ocean's silent deeps
The sea-god clasps his goddess-bride.

The day's loud roar no longer moans,
That of thy words bereaved mine ear;
The murmur of thy tender tones
Is now the sole sweet sound I hear.
The earth close-veiled in darkness lies,
No light shines out o'er dyke or plain;
This lamp alone with light supplies
The tiny realm where Love doth reign.