Classic Poem

First I will tell you something of these two.
He followed love as watchful as a child,
And yet unchildlike never quite beguiled
To think the thing he found the thing he knew:
She, sure of all things seen by moon or sun,
And sure that these were all her eyes could see,
Waited impatient for the victory
That should secure what was already won.

He followed love, she waited her true lover:
She waited what she need but wait to find;
He followed what pursuit could not discover
Nor time disclose nor death surprise and bind.
Over the hills, he sang, and far away—
She never knew that land nor where it lay.