Classic Poem

Have I not seen thee when the sun declines—
The scent of rose-crowned summer in the air—
Bee-laden where a grassy slope inclines
All daisy-bright and fresh and fragrant there,
Unto a little stellèd lustrous lake
That fire-tinted and embosomed lies,—
Have I not seen thee there arise and take,
In white and lilac robed, the ripening skies
As great ones take applause? And later while
Enchantment falls and friar's-lanterns glow
To light us home, have I not seen thee smile?
Sweet memories the mind will not let go:
Your smile when in my hand you slipped a jewel,
Your voice that in my heart still rings a bell!