Classic Poem

Now, what shady wreath wilt wear,
Maiden, — Maiden?
Bid them bind the veil with care,
'Round the sunshine of thy hair?
Let thy brow be free from scorn;
Let thine eye have gentle light,
On the gentle marriage morn;
And so — Good Night!

It is now the youth of May,
Maiden, — Maiden!
Choose thou, then, at blush of day,
Buds and blossoms, not too gay;
And, behind their veiling sweets,
Bashful be, 'midst all their light,
When the tender lover greets;
And so, — Good Night!

Soon To-morrow will be here.
Maiden, — Maiden!
Then, — as hopes aye mix with fears,
Mix thou smiles with pearled tears;
So shall he who loves thee feel
Thrice his first sweet pure delight,
And nearer to thy bosom steal;
And so — Good Night!