My Romance, by Madison Cawein

  If it so befalls that the midnight hovers
    In mist no moonlight breaks,
  The leagues of the years my spirit covers,
    And my self myself forsakes.

  And I live in a land of stars and flowers,
    White cliffs by a silvery sea;
  And the pearly points of her opal towers
    From the mountains beckon me.

  And I think that I know that I hear her calling
    From a casement bathed with light—
  Through music of waters in waters falling
    Mid palms from a mountain height.

  And I feel that I think my love's awaited
    By the romance of her charms;
  That her feet are early and mine belated
    In a world that chains my arms.

  But I break my chains and the rest is easy—
    In the shadow of the rose,
  Snow-white, that blooms in her garden breezy,
    We meet and no one knows.

  And we dream sweet dreams and kiss sweet kisses;
    The world—it may live or die!
  The world that forgets; that never misses
    The life that has long gone by.

  We speak old vows that have long been spoken;
    And weep a long-gone woe:
  For you must know our hearts were broken
    Hundreds of years ago.