Classic Poem

Of evil spirits who have seen the sun.
These hills lie mingled in a soft embrace,
As if they felt the joy that makes us one
When human hearts unite, and face to face
Love looks on Love, discovering that trace
Of Eden that yet lingers in the heart:
Are they the offspring, love, of some old race
Of mountains, that no Geologic art
Can trace — no whisper of their deep old loves impart?

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Oh! give me the love of your woman's heart,
And the light of your cheerful eye!
And the earth will change
From a phantom strange
To a heaven with stars and sky;
And the Sun of Hope
Up the gleaming cope,
Like the Genius of Love, will roll,
And dark Night no more
Will obscure the shore
Where beckons Love's mystic Soul!

For your love is as deep as the comet's sweep,
When it reels from its astral lair,
And your looks as bright
As the lustrous light
The sun shakes from his golden hair.
As pure as the hue
Of the summer blue,
That is warmed by the sunset's glow,
Are the thoughts that rise
In your cheerful eyes
To banish the Demon, Woe.

I'd pillow my head on your snowy breast,
And my heart, like a cymbal fine,
Would throb with a tone
That were Music's own,
When it wakened a chord of thine:
Then the Sun of Hope
Up Life's gleaming cope,
The true Genius of Love would roll,
And dark Night no more
Would obscure the shore
Where beckons Love's mystic Soul.