Classic Poem

Within the little street the shadows hide,
And there a lattice wears a garden smile;
There is a rose behind its grate, the while
A faithful gallant makes his court outside.
The happy pair lets not a thought divide
The love that holds them in its honeyed wile;
She at the grating joys without a guile;
He at his post with ne'er a woe is tried.

Night spreads her veil o'er both; with chatter bright
And laughter free they pass the hours away,
Breathing in love their mutual delight;
If to that lover you, perchance, would say:
“I give you heaven for your place tonight,”
He'd answer, “Heaven is here and here I stay!”