Classic Poem

In shadow-haunted hush of lonely place
With ripples lapping by the reedy shores,
And glint of stars along the watery floors
I see again the profile of your face;
The moonlight trailed across your wrist like lace
Then disappeared behind its cloudy doors,
While we sat idly, with the idle oars
Twixt earth and sky, as balancing in space.

How strange and beautiful to us it seemed,
Held in the hollow of the night to float,
With muffled liquid whisperings round the boat
While overhead the constellations dreamed;
Some faint-heard rustle from the distant sands
And silence brooding o'er our close-locked hands.