Classic Poem

As our car rustled swiftly
— along the village lane,
we caught sight for a moment
— of the old house again,

Which once I made my home in —
— ev'n as a soul may dwell
enamouring the body
— that she loveth so well:

But I long since had left it;
— what fortune now befals
finds me on other meadows
— by other trees and walls.

The place look'd blank and empty,
— a sleeper's witless face
which to his mind's enchantment
— is numb, and gives no trace.

And to that slumbering mansion
— was I come as a dream,
to cheer her in her stupor
— and loneliness extreme.

I knew what sudden wonder
— I brought her in my flight;
what rapturous joy possess'd her,
— what peace and soft delight.