Classic Poem

Gaze on me, though you gaze in scorn;
O Lady, fix on me those eyes,
And then the darkness may be borne
When two such glorious lights arise;
For is there one, if stars shine bright,
Who will not praise the dark of night?

As gloaming brings the bending dew,
That flowers may faint not in the sun,
So, Lady, now your looks renew
My heart, although it droops adown;
And thus it may unwithered be,
When you shall deign to smile on me.