Classic Poem

In the deep twilight when my random thought
Weaves in the silence and surrounding shade
Webs of odd fancies, glittering like brocade,
Or sombre woof of darker musings brought;
Then have the hours with mystery still fraught
Full on the wall a motley texture laid,
Within the loom of darkness spun and made
In divers hues together firmly wrought.

And all the warp of this weird spinning seems
Forever old and yet forever new;
With rusted spots and sudden golden gleams
A subtle blending of the false and true;
The dull threads hinting of my wasted dreams
The bright ones telling of my love for you.