Classic Poem

Too fair, I may not call thee mine:
—Too dear, I may not see
Those eyes with bridal beacons shine;
—Yet, Darling, keep for me—
Empty and hushed, and safe apart,—
One little corner of thy heart.

Thou wilt be happy, dear! and bless
—Thee: happy mayst thou be.
I would not make thy pleasure less;
—Yet, Darling, keep for me—
My life to light, my lot to leaven,—
One little corner of thy Heaven.

Good-by, dear heart! I go to dwell
—A weary way from thee;
Our first kiss is our last farewell;
—Yet, Darling, keep for me—
Who wander outside in the night,—
One little corner of thy light.