Classic Poem

Radiant creature is thy birth
Of the heavens or of the earth?
For those bright & beaming eyes
Speak the language of the skies
And methinks, upon thy tongue
Dwells the songs by angels sung
Still & tranquil is the beam
That doth from those blue orbs stream
Like the azure moonlight sky
Like the lucid stars on high
Rays of mind are darting thence
Mild & pure intelligence

Art thou then of spirit birth
Not a denizen of earth
No thou'rt but a child of clay
Simply robed in white array
Not a gem is gleaming there
All as spotless snow is fair
Symbol Angel of thy mind
Meek benevolent & kind
Sprightly as some beauteous fawn
Springing up at break of dawn
& Graceful bounding o'er the hills
To the music of the rills

What bright hues thy cheeks adorn
Like the blushes of the Morn!
How thy curled & glossy hair
Clusters o'er thy forehead fair
How the sportive ringlets deck
(golden Snow) Thy ivory neck
And thy hands so smooth & white
Folded while the rosy light
Of a summer sunset sky
Gleams around thee gloriously
All the west one crimson flood
Pouring light o'er mount & wood
Beauteous being most divine
I am thine & thou art mine