Classic Poem

In the warm fragrant blackness
We lay, side by side, straight;
And your voice, that had been silent,
Came to me through the dark
Asking, Do you smell the lilacs?
You, half in sleep, speaking dreamily
Indistinctly. . . .
Then it seemed to me, a sudden moment,
As if we lay in our graves,
And you were speaking across
From your mound to mine;
In the springtime, speaking of lilacs;
With muffled voice, through the grass.