Classic Poem

Here mid the hasting and eddying faces,
Here in the whirl of the crowd,
Where the car lights flame and the windows glare
And the night is white and loud.

Here we two are together, we two
Unheeded, content, unknown.
Not in the wilderness could we be
More wonderfully alone.

No face of them all is a face we know.
No too familiar eye
Will peer from the throng to vex our joy
As we two wander by.

Yon towering walls with the lights that soar
Are gnome-land palaces.
Yon airy train is a dragon rushing
To carry us overseas.

I press you close to my side, secure
In the solitude of the throng.
And the laughter of children comes to our lips
For we know that love is long.