Classic Poem

Nay, chide me not, although I take,
With trembling lip, one holy kiss,
For naught on Earth can e'er awake
A throb of joy so pure as this.

One instant on those lips to dwell,
Which none before have dared to press;
One instant feel that bosom swell
Responsive to my fond caress;—

While in your mild, expressive eye,
And on that beauteous brow of thine,
And on that cheek, where roses lie,
I read, your trusting heart is mine.

Oh! lovely are the mellow beams
Of Summer's Sun at evening straying,
And soothingly the Moonlight gleams
When o'er the sleeping Wave 'tis playing;—

And beauteous are the Forest flowers
When fresh from Flora's hand they spring,
And, dear are childhood's early hours
Round which the memory loves to cling.

Yes, these have charms, yet purer still
To youthful hearts a joy is given,
Which touches with a deeper thrill,
Which, snatched on Earth, still tastes of Heaven.

Then chide me not, altho' I take
With trembling lip one holy kiss
For naught on Earth can e'er awake
A throb of joy so pure as this.

Nay, chide me not, although I take,
With trembling lip, one holy kiss,
For naught on Earth can e'er awake
A throb of joy so pure as this.

One instant on those lips to dwell,
Which none before have dared to press;
One instant feel that bosom swell
Responsive to my fond caress;—

While in your mild, expressive eye,
And on that beauteous brow of thine,
And on that cheek, where roses lie,
I read, your trusting heart is mine.

Oh! lovely are the mellow beams
Of Summer's Sun at evening straying,
And soothingly the Moonlight gleams
When o'er the sleeping Wave 'tis playing;—

And beauteous are the Forest flowers
When fresh from Flora's hand they spring,
And, dear are childhood's early hours
Round which the memory loves to cling.

Yes, these have charms, yet purer still
To youthful hearts a joy is given,
Which touches with a deeper thrill,
Which, snatched on Earth, still tastes of Heaven.

Then chide me not, altho' I take
With trembling lip one holy kiss
For naught on Earth can e'er awake
A throb of joy so pure as this.