Classic Poem

All else that in the limit lies
Of fleeting time, I see:
The glance, Beloved, of thine eyes
Alone is lost to me.

And in the self-same interval,
The ever-changing place
Of light's horizon-line is all
That meets thy lonely gaze.

Behold the glimmer of a tear,
The twinkle of a star —
The shadow and the light how near!
And yet, alas, how far!