Classic Poem

Under the white, white stars,
Under the gold, gold moon,
Through the silvery, saffron vapors,
To the roses over him, dancing over him.
I come under the white, white stars,
I come under the gold, gold moon,
I come through the silvery, saffron vapors,
To the roses over him, dancing over him.

I kneel, I kiss, one by one, and one by one,
The roses red, red, heart-red, dancing over him;
I, who knew not the touch of his hands, or his arms, or his mouth,
I, who keep but the one look he gave me, when we met morn-pure,
Far from the feet of men Then our eyes lifted, met,
Shocked, clung, long, long — — I am well content.

Under the white, white stars,
Under the gold, gold moon,
Through the silvery, saffron vapors,
To the roses over him, dancing over him.