Classic Poem

I saw thee sleeping, whom
I love;
Silence was in the room;
Above,
Shone heaven through winter gloom.

The uncurtained window gleamed
On thy shut eyes,
And all the starlight streamed
Down the cold skies
To gild us as we dreamed.

A little while I lay
Gazing on thy dear face;
Slumber had thee away,
And for a fleeting space
Mine was thy beauty's day.

I yearned o'er thee
With eyes unveiled; my heart
Spoke audibly;
A little didst thou start,
But not for me.
I stepped
Softly; thou could'st not know:
Soon crept
Dreams round me too; and so