Classic Poem

And now good-bye!—to you and verse good-bye!
At least as long as poets keep their vows;
And if, while up these fainting blooms ye tie
Into a nosegay, ye should witness brows
Arching with scorn, or knit most angrily,
Twine them a poppy-garland, to compose
Them into slumber; a far pleasanter thing
Than chafing at the tender, early blooms ye bring.