Classic Poem

Let me take thy hair down, sweetheart,
loosen little pin by pin,
Let me feel it tumbling o'er me
drinking all its fragrance in,
Let me wrap thee all within it,
kiss thee through its golden thread, —
O I shall go mad with kissing,
kissing, kissing thy dear head.

Let me walk within this garden,
I can smell the roses there,
They are even sweeter, darling,
than the violets of thy hair,
Just one butterfly sweet minute,
one deep kiss, and then away —
Unless, sweetheart, you would rather,
rather, dear, that I should stay.

O thy body, sweet sweet body,
let me drink and drink and drink!
Canst thou let me, like the minstrel,
die upon the fountain's brink?
Love, O Love, what art Thou? tell me:
is this heaven, hell, or where?
All I know is that I kiss thee,
lying in thy yellow hair.