Classic Poem

In the twilight darkling
When the sky was violet
And the stars were faintly sparkling
Thus it was we met,

In a lonely meadow
Carpeted with crocuses
Underneath the tangled shadow
Of the apple trees.

Long and fain we lingered
Whilst the world lay hushed in sleep
Till the dawning rosy-fingered
Clomb the eastern steep.

Priest nor ceremony
Or of Orient or Rome
Bound to me my love, mine honey
In the honey-comb,

Who, albeit of human
Things the most sublime he knew,
Left me, to espouse a woman
As the people do.

Though he wind about her
Those dear arms were holden in mine
He shall only reach the outer
Precinct of the shrine;

For, when pale stars shimmer
In the vault of violet,
As far gleams of memory glimmer
He will not forget.