Classic Poem

Your dark eyes win a glory
From every passing day;
The longer grows love's story,
The sweeter 'tis, I say!
We conquer Time together;
For every flower we've seen
Has passed into our kingdom,
And made you ten times Queen!

We win the wealth of summers;
We rob the winter days;
You're Queen in your fur tippet,
Queen of the fireside blaze.
Strong love defies all weather:
While you and I are one,
While we walk on together,
We always see the sun!

More beautiful and holy
You are to me, my Queen:
Life's vistas lengthen slowly,
And scene melts into scene.
But life's old strange heart-hunger
Has ceased — I am at rest:
And daily you grow younger,
And I more deeply blest.