Classic Poem

I.

When I seek my pillow at night, love,
I seek not that pillow for sleep,
But lie amid thoughts that delight, love,
And tears it is blissful to weep.

II.

And these thoughts are only of thee , love —
Thine only these passionate tears;
In these there's a rapture for me, love
That Night's silent shadow endes.

III.

And even when over me steals, love,
Deep slumber's oblivious power,
Thine image my dreaming reveals, love,
And my freed spirit flies to thy bower.

IV.

And there, while unconscious of all, love,
Which chilling realities bring,
Before thee in worship I fall, love,
Ere to thee in fondness I cling.

V.

Wild visions like these are more dear, love,
Than aught else existence bestows,
Save thoughts ever pure and sincere, love,
Of thee, that my waking heart knows.