Classic Poem

The snow falls in the gauzy night,
And with faint nimbuses aglow,
A white saint and his angel go,
Drunk with delight, drunk with delight.

The deep moonshine upon them streams,
And in their shadow following
Two viol-scrapers dance and sing,
Drunk with their dreams, drunk with their dreams.

Leaving the mad brown earth too soon,
Wherein their bones found time too long,
Two skeletons take up the song,
Drunk with the moon, drunk with the moon.