Classic Poem

Go to him, ah, go to him, and lift your eyes aglow to him;
— Fear not royally to give whatever he may claim;
All your spirit's treasury scruple not to show to him.
— He is noble; meet him with a pride too high for shame.

Say to him, ah, say to him, that soul and body sway to him;
— Cast away the cowardice that counsels you to flight,
Lest you turn at last to find that you have lost the way to him,
— Lest you stretch your arms in vain across a starless night.

Be to him, ah, be to him, the key that sets joy free to him,
— Teach him all the tenderness that only love can know,
And if ever there should come a memory of me to him,
— Bid him judge me gently for the sake of long ago.