Classic Poem

Blue is the sky, blue is thine eye,—
Which shall I call heaven?
Star is there, and soul is here,—
Tell me which is heaven.
I cannot know unless thou say,
So kin are both in orb and ray,
So full of heavenly feature;
The fall of dews, the flush of hues,
The tenderness of soften'd views,
Lovely alike by night and day,
And both of heavenly nature.

Blue is the sky, blue is thine eye,—
Both would image heaven;
Light is there, and love is here,—
Each the child of heaven.
Oh, might it be, and may it be,
That I who worship heaven in thee,
May so fulfil thy mission,
That light and love from heaven above,
And star and soul, my bridal dove,
May blend and open heaven to me,
Through thy celestial vision!