Classic Poem

Every night I climb the stair,
And with every fresh ascending
Comes the moment of despair.
Will she meet me — will she dare
And each night (oh happy ending)
She is there!

People fear the house — they say
It has stood unclaimed, unwanted
Since a dying lover lay
While he heard his love betray;
Sprang up — and the rooms are haunted
To this day.

But we come here where no eye
Watches us, where all that hovers
Over us is evening, shy
Passion and a friendly sky —
What care we for faithless lovers,
She and I?

Splendidly Night sings one tune
For us and all eager lispers;
And our voices falter, soon
We sit trembling-dumb with June ...
Then come longings, broken whispers
And the moon.