Classic Poem

LAURA IN A DREAM TELLS HIM SHE WILL RECOVER

Already in the east the amorous star
Flamed through the sky, while from the noble north
The cause of Juno's jealousy poured forth
Her wheeling beams, brilliant and singular;
Half-naked and barefoot, the crone of care
Quickens the coals, her spindle at the hearth;
And lovers feel the hour of amorous birth
Which pricks to tears (what burning tears these are!) —
When my dear hope, now at the green last inch
Of candle, reached my heart, not through my eyes
Which sleep had locked and sorrow wet likewise,
Alas! how changed! (O heart, do thou not flinch!):
" Why dost thou lose thy strength? " she seemed to say,
" These eyes from thine are not yet stolen away. "