Classic Poem

Cling to me, love, and dare not let me go;
Kiss me as though it were our time to die,
And all our comradeship had drifted by.
Who knows what face tomorrow's dawn may show?
All the night opens round us, dear, and lo,
Mysterious deeps wherefrom the unseen eye
Of formless dread is gazing sleeplessly!
Over our love what shelter can I throw?

How long have we been seeking, and how far,
With time and space betwixt us, till at last
Our instant life makes glory of my pain?
The awful Night is round us. Star on star
Calls us to wander, when our moment's past,
— Perchance upon that desolate quest again.