Classic Poem

And now, dear heart, the night is closing in:
The lamps are not yet ready; and the gloom
Of this sad winter evening, and the din
The wind makes in the street fills all the room.

You have listened to my stories — Seumas Beg
Has finished the adventures of his youth,
And no more hopes to find a buried keg
Stuffed to the lid with silver! He, in truth,

And all alas, grew up! But he has found
The path to newer romance, and with you
May go seek wonders. We are bound
To the whirl and storm of things, and all is new!

Give me your hand! So, keeping close to me,
Shut tight your eyes! Step forward!
... Where are we!