Classic Poem

( " Madame, autour de vous. " )

Lady, such spirit of sense is yours to entrance
Men's souls; your song's so sweet, and, when you dance,
Hearts so for bliss beat higher;
So lovely is the light no summer skies
Contain, the dew of pity in your deep eyes,
Of love the sunnier fire, —

That when you deign, young Star than heaven's more bright,
To lighten with one glorious smile the night
Whose shadow round us clingeth,
As in the forest dark the bird ere morn,
A tender thought, in bowers yet darker born,
Trembles, till blithely it singeth.

Too holy art thou, too heavenly sweet to hear it;
An angel-woven veil enfolds thy spirit,
Love soon shall draw apart;
And then, as now, the angel watching thee
Will smile Love's rosy blush of dawn to see
In the pure heaven, thy heart!