Classic Poem

I' LL hang my faery walls with fancies bright;
The air will breathe mysterious harmony,
For I have called a royal company
To meet the lady of my love to-night.
The dreams, my winged servants richly dight,
Are marshalled torch in hand to honour thee;
I wait and hear the moaning of the sea,
And the long thunder roll from height to height.

Who come to meet thee? Time, and Death the King,
And Love, and Love's companions Hope and Fear;
We 'll sit and drink together. Love will sing,
And Time, and Death himself, will weep to hear;
For at Love's voice, what time he sees thee, Dear,
Even to those iron eyes the tears will spring.