Classic Poem

In Heidleburgh, where you were born,
The day dawn must wear strange disguise;
Since it has left is wealth of grey and melting shadows
In your eyes.
Did Fate decree your art and mine
Should weave into a future skein,
When you were born in Heidleburgh
And I was born in vain?

In Heidleburgh, where you were born,
The sunshine must be fine and rare
To leave its wealth of golden sunshine
In your hair.
Did Fate decree your promise hour
Greet mine of storm and stress and rain,
When you were born in Heidleburgh
And I was born in vain?