Classic Poem

Now that we have met at last,
Long desired!
We who, waiting, never tired,
All the past,

We who waited for to-day,
You and I,
Seeing Fortune pass us by,
On her way,

Now our love has grown with years
Three years old,
We remember and behold
Hopes and fears

Like a dream that having been
Fades and flies,
As I look into your eyes,
O my queen!

And I hold your hand for sign,
And you smile,
As if always, all the while,
You were mine;

And we seem to know each other
Far too well
To have anything to tell
One another.

All was said and overpast
Long ago;
We who love each other so