Classic Poem

O Maiden, simple, sweet and pale,
I gaze into your eyes with wonder.
Behind their beauty hangs a veil,
O maiden pale,
The soul within ere long shall sunder.

O maiden, simple, pale and sweet,
You know not of the soul that's growing;
You could not else so calmly meet,
O maiden sweet,
The passion in my own eyes glowing.

O maiden, sweet and pale and simple,
When once the spirit parts the veil,
The glad child-smile no more shall dimple,
O maiden simple,
Your cheek, but that shall still be pale.