Classic Poem

It is all calm this love you give to me.
My life goes gently in a cloistered hold
Whose windows open to the scanty gold
Of tender twilight on a waveless sea.
This is the joy I thought might never be,
The comfort granted and the ease untold;
This is the dream fulfilled, that in the old
Despiteful days I sought for wearily.
Oh strange, most strange, that from this peace I turn
To think of one who rode a dangerous way,
One night of winds, beneath a moon-mad sky,
Reckless as flame that leaps to cleave and burn,
A wild, glad lover speeding to obey
The mocking fate that bade him kiss and die.