Classic Poem

Bee in the deep flower bells,
Brook in the cavern dim,
Fawn in the woodland dells
Hideth him.

I hide in thy deep flower eyes,
In the well of thy dark cold eye;
In thy heart my feelings rise,
There they lie.

Sing love, sing, for thy song
Filleth the life of my mind;
Thou bendest my woes along
Like a wind.

Green of the spring and flower,
Fruit of the summer day,
Midnight and moon-lit hour—
What say they?

Centre of them thou art,
Building that points on high;
Sun,—for it is in thy heart,