Classic Poem

Cling closer love, and press your dear,
Soft cheek to mine, and feel no fear,
Though ghostly winds without complain,
And scared drops fly against the pane;
For you are here and I am here,

And storms will vent their spite in vain,
If love look forth in sweet disdain,
And thou, without the firelight's cheer,
Cling closer, love.

More bitter storms of grief and pain
In after years will vex us twain.
Ah, then, in light of love sincere,
Come near my sweet, and still more near —
Ever, in time of life's dark rain,
Cling closer, love.