Classic Poem

There came a lazy Celt,
Sunny and gay,
And he caused black ice to melt
With the things that he did say.

He said, “O! My Desire,
Behold your Lover stands,
His heart a cage of fire;
Come! Warm cold hands.”

He said, “O! My Delight,
Be happy and be brave,
Weep no more for fright,
For I am a cave.

And I am kind and warm
And shut from icy air,
Where you shall find no harm
But live like a small brown bear.

O! Shelter in me, Sweet,
And let me give you rest,
For I love your hair and your feet,
And your pleasant moving breast.”