Classic Poem

With amber light the sinking day
Has tinged the stream below the town,
Before the pageant fades away,
And night's black wings come swooping down.
The wind has heaped the clouds from far
And rounded them like maiden's breasts.
And out beyond the harbour bar
A violet shadow softly rests.

Thus drifting down the stream, I caught
Far-blown a murmurous refrain,
(You know it well, dear!), and I thought
With kindness of the past again.
So may your memories, too, be fraught
With no regret, or hate, or pain,
May all the bitterness be naught,
And all the sweet of love remain.