Classic Poem

I love thine eyes that beckon smiles; two souls
Radiant with lustres flashing forth grand fires!
Their opulence of glamour goads desires;
Should sad words murmur, then their glance condoles.

A harmony of tears, heart's manna, rolls
Down cheeks disrosed, until a lip inquires
Grief's secrets; then the first woe-ebb retires
In tranquil tides, alone, the gaze consoles.

A smile! reflection of the soul's bright sun,
Chases all chimeras of pain; I shun
Dark grooves of palsied thought, becharmed, I look
And rivet all mine essence in thine eyes,
Vague as the music of a moonbathed brook,
Vague as great sultry clouds, as twilight skies!