Classic Poem

When deeply musing in the silence of the night,
I see her, gentle Queen, above me shining clearly;
When all the constellations pour out their rays of light,
And Argo seems to dream, while twinkling, then I dearly
Long for the coming hour, when I again shall see
Thee near me, with a pain dull, dumb, and ever growing,
As, frightened by each sound, I trembling wait for thee.
Impatience gnaws my breast. Thou comest, slowly, showing
By stealthy pace thy love, bashful, with timid glance
Around thee, and I rush to see those clear eyes tell
Their secret, and I read love's answer in their dance,
And hear thee softly whisper, smiling, " I love thee well! "
I strive in vain to utter the words which fill my heart;
All speech, by passion broken, ends but in sound unmeaning,
And as I panting kiss thy hair, and feel a part
Of thy breath mine becoming, I listen, o'er thee leaning,
For what thou 'lt say, but no, I listen long in vain, —
Without a word thy kisses freely respond to mine —
O sweet one, may the happiness I feel be always thine,
And mine lie in sure hope that we two meet again!