Classic Poem

Beloved take my eyes with you
Jewel-wise, and set
Their beauty on your heart to be
A living amulet.

They shall be your torch to slay
The dark with steadfast beams.
They shall be your stars to keep
Soft vigil o'er your dreams.

They shall be your harvesters
To reap for your delight
The amaranth meadows of the dawn,
The hyacinth fields of night.

My eyes shall be your questing birds
Proudly to sally forth
For tidings from the rich, red South
And from the fierce, gray North.

They shall be your sheathless swords
With Freedom's rune inscrolled,
Your pure relentless crucibles
To test your spirit's gold.

My eyes shall burn like beacon fires
To guard your battle camps,
And light your secret sanctuaries
With quenchless altar lamps.

Beloved, take my eyes with you
Jewel-wise, and set
Their beauty on your heart to be
A living amulet.