Classic Poem

1

My spirit lives in silent sighs
And gazing upon thee
I hear thy silence make replies
To every thing but me
I see thy silence talk to flowers
The birds will sing to thee
And lonely in these lonely hours
You never talk to me

2

I never hear thy voice nor know
Its sound in fancy's ear
A silent shade where'ere I go
In beauty hovers near
Do wild flowers love; I think they do
And often stooping down
I hear them talk to shower and dew
On many a lovely mound

3

I often see thy fairy form
In springs bee singing hours
Light stepping on in fancy warm
As love among the flowers
Just as the breeze in sunshines pass
So maids in summer hours
So rove as not to harm the grass
Nor tread upon the flowers