Classic Poem

Where art thou hidden, only one of mine,
And my desire abiding?
Come, shew thyself and haste to come away
Into my place of hiding.

While yet I may be freed, come thou, redeem me,
Over my fate be queen;
Give back one day of youth which has been stolen
And slay whilst my spring is green.

Thy lips may quench my flame, between thy breasts
I shall usher out my day,
As birds of vineyards, in the evening, pass
Mid flowers of spice away.

Thy name is trembling on my lips, and still
I know not who thou art;
As a glow of fire at night time by my couch
Thou burnest in my heart.

I wept the sleepless night; my body yearned
For memory of thee —
This was a shaft of cloud-kissed light to shine
On the day's long drudgery.

In the purest of my prayers, most crystal thoughts
In hardest trial and plea,
My soul has asked for nought but thy revealment,
For nought but thee, but thee. . . .