A Thousand Years

Come to me by moonlight,
When the wind is in the trees;
And follow me in silence yet,
And linger among these,
Fallen idols of lost gods,
And fanes where wild thorns grow;
Where once we walked and once we paused,
A thousand years ago;
Now I conjure thee amid,
This city of the dead;
Rise from your grave by moonlight,
Before the night has fled,
And for an instant resurrect,
The love we used to know;
When we two dwelt among these stars,
A thousand years ago.