Through the Long Night

You, proud curve-lipped youth. with brown sensitive face,
Why, suddenly, as you sat there on the grass, did you
turn full upon me those twin black eye of yours
With gaze so absorbing so intense, I a strong man
trembled and was faint? 
Why in a moment between me and you in the full
summer afternoon did Love sweep- leading after it in procession
across the lawn and the flowers and under the waving
trees huge dusky shadows of Death and the other world?

I know not 
Solemn and dewy-passionate, yet burning clear and sted-fast at the last
Through the long night those eyes of yours, dear, remain to me—
And I remain gazing into them