Classic Poem

We talked sweetly together
About the disposal of our riches.
We lay upon the sloping turf.
Earth and sky were so lovely
That they melted our very hearts.
The sky to the north
Was of a chastened yet rich yellow, fading
Into pale blue,
And streaked and scattered over
With steady islands of purple
Melting away
Into shades of pink.
It was like a vision to me.