Classic Poem

If, loving you, I sometimes seem as sad
Or dull, or tinged with hint of sober mood,
It is because I feel my life renewed
Having your love; and still my treasures add
As misers do; and what of woe I've had
No more with its gaunt shadows may intrude;
Thus silence fills the happy interlude
While I sit wordless, worshiping, and glad.

A boy's love and a man's love intertwined
I give to you to govern all the time,
Whether it run to reason or to rhyme.
The passion and the purity combined;
The man's love, strong to fight and work and plan,
The boy's, to wake the lover in the man.