Classic Poem

By mute communions and by salt sad kisses,
By Pity's webs that still with fiery strands
Wove us together, by the unplumbed abysses
Where we have gazed and never loosened hands,
By holy water we have given each other
At Beauty's blessed doors, and by the hearts
Of sweet Delight and Agony her brother,
By bright new marriages in all great arts,
By the rare wisdom like miraculous amber
Won by the desolate grey sound of tears,
By wedding-music of the flute and tambour
Prevailing o'er Time's cruel plot of years,
By all the proud prayers granted and denied us,
Fate has no sword at all that can divide us.