Classic Poem

I woke at dawn — and you were lying there
Close to my side, yet turned away from me.
So when sleep caught us, you lay wearily
Within my arms; the fragrance of your hair
Like a narcotic drugged me into rest;
Though I would fain have foresworn sleep for joy, —
That you, quintessent Youth, my darling Boy,
Should lie abandoned on my throbbing breast.
So as I yearned above you, the first ray
Of the glad morning quickened through the gloom,
You felt my eager kisses on your face,
Opened your eyes and smiled — And it was day!
The sun burst forth and flooded all the room
With radiance as you turned to my embrace.