Classic Poem

Her face's wilful flash and glow
Turned all its light upon my face
One bright delirious moment's space,
And then she passed; I followed slow

Across the heath, and up and round,
And watched the splendid death of day
Upon the summits far away,
And in her fateful beauty found.

The fierce wild beauty of the light
That startles twilight on the hills,
And lightens all the mountain rills,
And flames before the feet of night.