Classic Poem

I COULD not sleep last night for wondrous, pale,
The waning moon rose through a maze of blue,
Out of a void beyond our human hail,
And all the sleepless hours I longed for you.
For vibrant through the mystery of the night,
Swift surging from the past departed years,
There swept the consciousness of lost delight
The loneliness and longing nothing clears.
Soft distant sounds of night revived the past,
For sleep denied the oblivion of her veil,
Bestowing thoughts of you, until the last
Lone star was dimmed, until the East grew pale.
I could not sleep last night and with the morn
Returned the dull routine that must be borne.