Classic Poem

When I did make confession of my love,
That kiss of thine did steal my doubts away;
The hypocrite thou couldst no longer prove—
‘I love thee—peace,’ that kiss of thine did say.
I felt thy lips; no longer did I dream
The consummation of my heart's one prayer:
In my great darkness, lo! a sudden gleam!
My spirit sought my eyes, and nestled there;
And looking into them was that the cause
That thou didst kiss them, ere my love could speak?
Say in that eloquent, yet silent pause
Didst thou discern it ere my words could break
The brooding summer's air?—my life! what gladness
Free'd all my being, overjoyed to madness!