Classic Poem

There were the black pine trees,
And the sullen hills
Frowning; there were trills
Of birds, and the sweet hot sun,
And little rills
Of water, everyone
Singing and prattling; there were bees

Honey-laden, tuneful, a song
Far-off, and a timid air
That sighed and kissed my hair,
My hair that the hot sun loves.
The day was very fair,
There was wooing of doves,
And the shadows were not yet long.

And I lay on the soft green grass,
And the smell of the earth was sweet,
And I dipped my feet
In the little stream;
And was cool as a flower is cool in the heat,
And the day lay still in a dream,
And the hours forgot to pass.

And you came, my love, so stealthily
That I saw you not
Till I felt that your arms were hot
Round my neck, and my lips were wet
With your lips, I had forgot
How sweet you were. And lo! the sun has set,
And the pale moon came up silently.