Classic Poem

The winds of the south
All fragrant with blossom,
Shall fly to your mouth
And steal to your bosom;
The day-songs of meadows
Around you shall leap,
And melt in cool shadows
To soothe you to sleep.

No song of the grove,
No birdling at nest,
So sweet as your love,
So soft as your breast.
No night-moth that flies.
No honey it sips,
So soft as your eyes,
So sweet as your lips.

The winds of the west,
The stars without number,
Shall soothe you to rest
And lull you to slumber.
The sunshine around you,
The summer above you
With gladness surround you—
Dear heart! how I love you!