Classic Poem

O bright and beautiful, that all alone,
Sitt'st queenlike, on the deep blue arch of even,
And seem'st thyself a drop of golden heaven,
Before the stars surround thy burning throne;
Lo, if the lady of my love be now
Gazing upon thy beauty, be, O star,
The mirror of my heart, and from afar
Let her behold my truth, and from her brow
Fair as thyself, and from her soft blue eye
(Like Heaven new lighted by a summer moon)
And from her pure young heart bring me a boon,
A token of her love; so shall no sigh
Or tear disturb my peace, but I will rest
Content until once more I fold her to my breast.