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 règle , my dear,
?But you might have spared the biting.