Classic Poem

To-day, delicious Agnes, blond and fair,
In humble ways I reverently greet
Thy youth that blossoms in woman's grace complete,
Crowned by the golden glory of thy hair.

In thy deep eyes of blue, intense and rare,
My sad and musing spirit loves to meet
A soul whose essence is sublime and sweet,
Soft as the breath of dawn, and pure as prayer.

And when on thee in ravishment I gaze,
Vague dreams my wandering fancy will surprise;
Visions of Phidias and his unfound goal!
And I, too timid e'er to speak or praise,
Think that I do behold in modern guise
Some white Greek statue that enshrines a soul.