Classic Poem

Startling the cool gray depths of morning air
She throws aside her counterpane of clouds
And stands half folded in her silken shrouds
With calm white breast and snowy shoulder bare
High o'er her head a flush all pink and rare
Thrills her with foregleam of an unknown bliss,
A virgin pure who waits the bridal kiss,
Faint with expectant joy she fears to share.
Lo, now he comes, the dazzling prince of day!
Flings his full glory o'er her radiant breast;
Enfolds her to the rapture of his rest,
Transfigured in the throbbing of his ray
O fly, my soul, where love's warm transports are;
And seek eternal bliss in yon pink kindling star!