Classic Poem

5.

You lie in my arms so gladly,
On my heart so fain you rest!
You are my dearest star, love,
I am your heaven blest.

Below us swarm in their folly
The children of men; for spite
They cry and rage and quarrel,
And each alone is right.

They go with their fool's caps ringing,
With needless gibes and frowns;
They go with their clubs a-swinging,
And crack each other's crowns.

Ah, well for us, beloved,
That we sit so safe and far —
You hide within its heaven
Your head, my dearest star!