Classic Poem

Eros, conceal thy face from me—
Never shall flame of mine compel
Thee up from sleep—breaking thy spell
To search thy fragile mystery!

Trembling I close my swooning eyes
To hide me from thy perfectness;
At thy desire withhold or bless—
Thy nearness vanquishes surmise.

I hear thy slender pointed wings
Poised, downward drooping unto me—
Folded in silent ecstasy
As Love aside his godship flings.

While darkness broods her alchemies
Lest thou allure the stars, as flowers
Their flashing loves, let Night our bowers
Enveil in soft obscurities.

Never shall doubt of mine disprove
Thy blindfold troth—at thy white will
Fly me or wound me, be thou still
The unknown Eros, God of Love!