Classic Poem

Breezes, be still—
Bear not her perfidy abroad,
Lest birds that innocently thrill
Should cease to sing with God.

Flowers, be brave—
Fade now and never bloom again,
Lest happy hearts should find you grave
And learn your secret pain.

Stars, close your eyes—
Do not betray the world's disgrace,
Lest ocean lift up to the skies
A horror-stricken face.

Dreams, you must die—
No more my bitter thoughts shall move,
Lest all an outraged world deny
The miracle of Love.