Classic Poem

SOLILOQUY XXXVI.
O fairest of ten thousand! whose bright smiles
Enlighten heav'n, and open paradise
In all its blissful and transporting scenes,
Vouchsafe me but a short, a transient glimpse
Of thy fair face, if I can gain no more.

Forgive the fond impatience of my heart,
Which dwells on thee, and has no other joy,
No entertainment in this lonesome world;
'Tis all a dismal emptiness to me.

Hence all ye clouds, ye separating shades,
Which hide his charming face! Ye days and hours
Dance on your speedy course, and let us meet!
Rise thou bright morning star, the joy of heav'n,
The beauty and the pride of paradise,
The bliss of angels, their eternal theme,
While in high transports they enjoy thy smiles!

I must talk on, the glorious subject warms
My wid'ning soul; I feel immortal life,
And taste the joys of heav'n — Thou art my heav'n,
The land of light and love, my fullest hope!
I have no other wish in all the round
Of endless years. Thou from the morning's womb
Hast still the dew, the fragrant dew of youth:
Eternal bloom sits smiling in thy looks,
Heav'n opens in the splendor of thine eyes,
And streams in torrents of eternal light.

Thy voice is music, harmony itself
In its transporting charms — Ye golden harps
Which angels tune, for ever silent lie;
Let me but hear my Lord's sweet, gentle voice,
Breathing celestial solace to my soul,
And peace ineffable, the peace of God.