Classic Poem

THE LETTER

They lit the fire and fairies came
To dance in flying cloaks of flame.
They drew the curtains and the day
Entered the room divine and gay,
Still in her rainbow dawn disguise;
With robe of rose and amethyst,
And silver hood of morning mist
Drawn down to hide her golden eyes.

And there was one came in with her,
White-winged, a dainty messenger,
A little page from Love's own court,
And lovely news of you he brought,
My fairy Prince so far away,
So far away from fairy land,
I find it hard to understand
That I shall see your face to-day.

The morning only waits for you
To make it perfect ... how that blue
Unclouded colour of the skies
Reminds me of your great blue eyes,
And that red rose-cup full of rain
Wakes dreams of your dear mouth, and there
The light is golden like your hair.
Oh, miracle of joy and pain,
To hold you in my arms again!