Meet me at sunset, the hour we love best, <br />Ere day's last crimson blushes have died in the west; <br />When the shadowless ether is blue as thine eye, <br />And the breeze is as balmy and soft as thy sigh; <br />When giant-like forms lengthen fast o'er the ground <br />From the motionless mill and the linden trees round; <br />When the stillness below, the mild radiance above, <br />Softly sink on the heart, and attune it to love. <br />Meet me at sunset,—oh! meet me once more, <br />'Neath the wide-spreading thorn where you met me of yore, <br />When our hearts were as calm as the broad summer sea <br />That lay gleaming before us, bright, boundless, and free; <br />And, with hand clasped in hand, we sat spell-bound, and deemed <br />That life would be ever the thing it then seemed:— <br />The tree we then planted, green record, lives on, <br />But the hopes that grew with it are faded and gone. <br />Meet me at sunset, beloved, as of old, <br />When the boughs of the chestnut are waving in gold; <br />When the starry clematis bends down with its bloom, <br />And the jasmine exhales a more 'witching perfume. <br />That sweet hour shall atone for the anguish of years, <br />And though fortune still frown, bid us smile through our tears: <br />Through the storms of the future shall soothe and sustain; <br />Then, meet me at sunset—oh, meet me again!<br /><br />Alaric Alexander Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/meet-me-at-sunset/
