Classic Poem

When round you falls the silence of the dark,
Then golden caravels on magic seas
From you as from the world's edge might embark
To lands of light and isles of mysteries.
As on the slow tide of the violin
It seems that from the cool slope of your breast
My drowsed and gliding spirit's dreams might win
To unimagined silence of the west —
That beauty might so hush and daze the night
Love could transcend the bosom whence it sprang,
And fading on horizons of far flight
The song forget the summer lips that sang,
And into an undying summer soar
Where cloud and sky are one with sea and shore.