Classic Poem

You boasted cities subject to your throne,
And how you'd voyaged through the long waters to me
Putting by other loveliest ones to woo me;
You 'leaguered me with many a sigh, tear, groan,
Smiles, laughter, every wile to passion known, —
Oh, you played all love's music to undo me....

But it was not thus, Paris, that you won,
But by an act you knew not you had done, —
'T was your still look as you stood at the door
That went like very death to my heart's core.