Classic Poem

Darling, my darling, of maidens the fairest,
Mine, though thy lips never spoke unto me,
Mine, though I know not the name which thou bearest,
How can I go like a stranger from thee?
Go, when my heart to thy beauty is kneeling,
Go, when thy dark eyes to me are revealing
Passion, God-given, which spurneth concealing,
Darling, my darling!

False seems the custom which holds us apart, love,
Could we but trust to the spirit alone,
Soon would thy golden head rest on my heart, love,
Soon would my burning lips cling to thine own.
For O thou art mine by the Heaven's decreeing,
Yes, thou art mine by my soul's divine seeing,
Thou couldst fulfill the deep hopes of my being,
Darling, my darling!

Day after day, all expectant, I've sought thee,
Somewhere, I knew, watched my beautiful one;
Night after night have the dream-angels brought thee
In spirit to help me, and beckon me on.
Now, when I've found thee at last, ne'er to doubt thee,
Now, when my arms should be folded about thee,
Borne back by fate I must go on without thee,
Darling, my darling!