Classic Poem

The sense of comradeship which now we feel
Grew slowly as an oak does, and as strong.
For now to one another we belong
In all that makes a man and woman leal;
Our lives are linked as firm as welded steel
And in our thoughts sweet harmonies do throng.
Like half-remembered echoes of a song
As days and nights above our pathway wheel.

So do the perfume and the joy of days
Live with us and the season's sway dispute.
Spring, Summer, Autumn, they may go their ways
And bring nor bud nor blossom an it suit;
Yet what reck we, beside the wintry fire
Sitting alone, I and my Heart's Desire?