Classic Poem

All the earth a hush of white,
—White with moonlight all the skies:
Wonder of a winter night—
—And . . . your eyes.

Hues no palette dares to claim
—Where the spoils of sunken ships
Leap to light in singing flame—
—And . . . your lips.

Darkness as the shadows creep
—Where the embers sigh to rest;
Silence of a world asleep—
—And . . . your breast.