Classic Poem

To-night
Dusk shuddered away from the autumn sky
Too cruel-bright:
Into the comfort of the West
She shrank, a star at her shadowy breast,
Glowing and deep and red,
Out of the day, to grieve and die,
Hanging her head.

But I
Will wear my one-time bliss of you
More valiantly;
Pinned to my gown like a meadow-flower
Or the proud, red gem of my woman's dower,
And never its wound reveled—
The aching, eloquent kiss of you,