Classic Poem

" Maiden of the sunny soul!
Heaven build life's skies above thee,
Pure and bright
As her own light,
Faithful as the hearts that love thee!
As the stars do shine upon
Earth's pure spirits while they're sleeping,
Filled with love
From heaven above,
Angels have thee in their keeping! "

Thus a Minstrel-Poet sung,
O'er a maiden's peaceful slumbers,
She slept on,
As sleeps the dawn,
Soothed by Morning's golden numbers.
But through all his harp strings swept
Airs, that mortal fingers never
Yet did fling
From dulcet string! —
Still the sounds came bounding ever.

Till a radiant Angel stood
With a glowing harp before him,
Hers the lyre
Whose Orphean fire
Trilled in burning numbers o'er him.
" Have thy wish, " the angel said,
" Heaven approves thy pure emotion;
In thy care
I place the fair,
Guard her with thy heart's devotion. "

Smiling like the blue-eyed dawn,
Waked the radiant-minded Maiden,
Blissful gleams
Had sunned her dreams,
Her blue eyes were beauty-laden.
Leaped for joy her yearning heart,
At the vision bending o'er her,
Well she knew
Her dreams were true,
Her Love's brave Knight knelt before her.