Classic Poem

JACOB'S LADDER .

Look! how the stars like jewels glisten,
Maiden, more pure than gem or star!
Lean from thy lattice, my love, and listen,
While I awake my wild guitar.

See! I have flung a fair flower to thee,
May not its name my fond hope tell?
Oh! for thy lover, let it woo thee!
And ask thy blush what it means, " ma belle! "

Last night, the patriarch's dream was mine; —
An angel came from heaven to me; —
Its smile — its tresses — were so like thine,
I think it could have been none but thee!

Then realize, love, that radiant dream,
Fly from thy tyrant's savage pride!
Descend — oh! seraph! by night's dim beam,
And morn shall hail, with a smile, my bride!