Classic Poem

There were the towers of Princeton and the night
Made rich with darkened colours richly concealed —
The dark green of the yews and glimmering white
Dogwood. And suddenly something was mended
That broke in my heart, it is three years gone,
And the long truce with agony was mended,
And beauty was there, a splendor revealed,
After its shadow long dreamed upon.
And my heart that had been so long unfriended
Was suddenly brought to tears,
There in the night where its wound was healed
By its own bleeding and with tears.