Classic Poem

The dappled pink and blushing rose
In bloom with one another vie
And what the brightness they disclose
To Laura's cheek of vermeil dye
The azure cope of yonder sky
That bends so brightly over all
Whate'er in Nature meets the eye
Seems but one vast funereal pall.

In every flower I trace decay
A worm I see in softest bloom
For Henry bloomed as bright as they
Now dark with shadows of the tomb
And see but death in many a face
That ne'er has felt the touch of time.

The dappled pink and blushing rose
In brightness with each other vie
And Laura's lips and cheeks disclose
A richer softer livelier dye
The sapphire of yon vaulted sky
That bends so brightly over all
Whate'er of beauty meets my eye
Seems but one vast funereal pall.