Classic Poem

The drowsy glade, all mellowed by the moon,
Lavished its fragrance through the midnight air;
The breeze was suave and languorous with June,
Nature and I waited thy coming there!

I watched the crimson of the roses, strewn
As if to carpet thee love's pathway rare,
And listened to thy signal, that soft tune
Once lulled within the great heart of Schubert!

I heard thy footfall; — joy hath one surprise
Death can not conquer with its cruel power.
The starry scraps of Heaven within thine eyes
Still light my soul in that delicious hour
When I in rapture, trusting in thy sighs,
Culled love upon thy sweet lips like a flower.