Classic Poem

The maid I love is fair as driven snow
Her raven curls around her white neck flow
Like light from the darkness comes above
Is the beautiful girl that I love —

The maid I love is like the wild hedge rose
That by woodside in the hedge row blows
Her lily hand is hidden in a glove
Soft are the features of the maid I love.

An heart hidden thought it seems to me
A womans worth is there in a maids simplicity
Hope glances on her eyelids from above
Oh sweet is the presence of the maid I love —

As roses in the green bud lie concealed
In the summers sunny breath are revealed
So in hidden thought that fair one I approve
Who will waken up my heart to her love —