Classic Poem

If earth is an oyster, love is the pearl,
As pure as pure caresses;
Then loosen the gold of your hair, my girl,
And hide my pearl in your tresses,
So, coral to coral and pearl to pearl,
And a cloud of curls above me,
O bury me deep, my beautiful girl,
And then confess you love me.
The world goes over my beautiful girl
In glitter and gold and odor of roses,
In eddies of splendor, in oceans of pearl,
But here the heaven reposes. ...
The world is wide; men go their ways,
But love it is wise, and of all the hours,
And of all the beautiful sun-born days,
It sips their sweets as the bees sip flowers.