Classic Poem

Summer's lips are aglow, afresh
For our old lips to kiss,
The tingling of the flesh
Makes life aware of this.

Whose eyes are wild with love?
Whose hair a blowing flame
I feel around and above
Laughing my dreams to shame?

My dreams like stars gone out
Were blossoms for your day;
Red flower of mine I will shout,
I have put my dreams away.