Classic Poem

I dreamt again the dream of yore;
The sweet May night was glowing,
We sate 'neath the linden-tree once more,
Eternal fidelity vowing.

There was vowing and swearing well-nigh to the morn,
And kisses, and whispers, and laughter;
That I might be mindful of what I had sworn
You bit my hand just after.

O darling, with eyes so bright and clear,
Provoking, enslaving, delighting —
The swearing was quite en regle , my dear,
But you might have spared the biting.