Classic Poem

In pensive mood she stood,
In garments white like snow,
Beside the darksome wood,
Amid the twilight glow;
As if she held communion there
With spirits in the fading air.

And, loath to break the spell —
The sweet enchantment that
She seemed to love so well —
I backward stept; thereat,
The beauteous vision fled from me,
In strange and silent mystery.

In pensive mood she stood,
In garments white like snow,
Beside the darksome wood,
Amid the twilight glow;
As if she held communion there
With spirits in the fading air.

And, loath to break the spell —
The sweet enchantment that
She seemed to love so well —
I backward stept; thereat,
The beauteous vision fled from me,
In strange and silent mystery.