Classic Poem

Last night, for no good reason, I began
A letter to you on a decent sheet;
Last night, for no good reason other than
The night perhaps, the quiet in the street,
I dipped an ordinary pen into
Some ordinary ink and said, “My Dear,
To-night, for no good reason known to you,
Other than that perhaps the night is clear,
The moon strong and the street as still as death,
I want to tell you—anything, to write
Just—words, to say whatever will be said,
To speak again with no jump of the breath,
To say ‘My Dear’, and not to be afraid,
To say ‘The moon is beautiful to-night’.”