Classic Poem

Bright afternoon, the public square,
We stood and thought to say good-bye;
The crowd went past, all unaware,
With talk and clang and newsboy cry;
We were just any two, as they,
In dark-stuff clothes, well-fed and gay.

And yet, for all the sound and light,
I knew the moment's offering.
Words? But your lips were of the night—
Low-flying clouds, and rain-sweet Spring,
And through the parting's gray disguise
I felt your kisses on my eyes.