Classic Poem

Ah ! leave my soul like forest pool
In shadow smiling unafraid —
Let not thy laughter stir its cool
Clear depths, sweet maid.
Let not I pray thy sun-like hair
Pierce to the thoughts that slumber there!

My soul is still as summer noon —
Its inmost shrines are full of sleep,
But when the stars of dream-land swoon
'Twill wake and weep.
The dawn of Love that brings thy blue
Bright eyes, will bring a sorrow too!

My soul is silent — trouble not
Its secret reverres with thy songs!
The rare red tint thy lips have got!
The whole world longs
To kiss them — therefore speak not, dear,
My soul must struggle should it hear!

I see thee! and my soul is swung
In golden trances of delight!
I hear thee! and my tremulous tongue
Hurls forth a flight
Of bird-like songs saluting thee,
O! come and dwell and dream with me!