Classic Poem

RAPTURE.

Laura, above the world I seem to soar,
And bask in light on some celestial shore
Whene'er our glances meet.
Methinks I revel in ethereal balm
When in thine eye caerulean and calm
My pictured self I greet.

The lyre's acclaim from Paradise afar,
The harp's accord from some benignant star,
Fill me with frenzied glow.
My muse is conscious of th' idyllic hour
When from thy burning lips too grudging pour
The tones in silvery flow.

I see young Loves with fluttering wings outspread,
The very pines a merry measure tread,
As though at Orpheus' call.
The poles around me with increasing force
Revolve, when in the dance's rippling course
Thy fairy footsteps fall.

Thy glance — illumined by the smile of love —
To burning life the very stone can move,
And wake a pulse divine;
My dreams will crystallise to deed
If in thine eyes I rightly read:
Laura, Laura mine!