Classic Poem

VI

Now when we two have been apart so long
And you draw near, I make you mine in song.
Waiting you in my thought's high lonely tower
That looks on starlit hushed Elysian gloom,
I know your advent certain as the flower.
Of daybreak that on breathless vales shall bloom.

Oh, never hasten now; for time's all sweet,
And you are clad in the garment of my dreams:
Led by my heart's enchanted cry, your feet
Move with the murmur of forest-wandering streams
Through earth's adoring darkness to discover
The Paradise of your imperfect lover.