Classic Poem

But lo! thou comest like the sweet moonlight
That turns the flashing waters into gold:
Thou comest, — and the world is no more old,
But young and glad, and robed in wedding white.
The swift waves laugh with ever tuneful might;
Amid the trees the enamoured breeze is bold;
And all this just because thine hand I hold
And watch with quiet eyes thine eyes most bright.

The whole world changes, love, when thou art here!
The thunderous dark oppressive huge clouds break:
Fallen are the broken wings of vanquished fear:
Blue now for grey ripples the sun-kissed lake:
Deep shines the sky unflecked with mist and clear:
The very birds sing louder for thy sake.