Classic Poem

And he went forth at day and left me sleeping,
Alone within the dull cave's dawnless gloom,
Unconscious of a sad, impendent doom,
Fond memories of his regal passion keeping.

And as I weary slept, he bent him over
To cull the drowsy promise of my breath;
And then he went to Gilboa and to death,
Saul my beloved, my Benjamite, my lover!

To Gilboa perilous with armies teeming,
Leaving me there, his slave, his love, his sin,
To perish grandly in the battle's din,
While I in calm serenity lay dreaming!