Classic Poem

Only the midnight stars dimly divine
The hidden sanctuary of my desire;
The dreaming earth trails far beneath the fire
That overflows this throbbing heart of mine;
Teach me the secrets of thine inmost shrine,
My gentle Saint of Passion — throned higher
Than highest praise of the celestial choir,
Thine every ecstasy a sacred sign.

Each tear — a tribute to the flying hour,
Each failing sigh — a sweetly answered prayer,
Each joy fulfilled — a freshly gathered flower
Flung on Love's ever fragrant altar, ere
Thy waking eyes make dim the dawn afar,
And flush with mortal dreams the morning star.