Classic Poem

Drifting along the coasts of Poesy,
Cruising those wondrous but storm-frown'd coasts along,—
Drifting those blood-stain'd coasts of blood-wrought song,—
Full many an airy battlement I see,
Full many a castle rises unto me
Her keep forbidding and her towers strong—
Dungeon-keep smoth'ring many a tale of wrong—
Prison, hiding hint of crime by beauty.
Here see I pictur'd in poetic form,—
In the fair garb and form of by-gone day,
With hint of Romance making heart grow warm,
The world-old questions that are young alway.
With slow, steady, but relentless tread doth Time
March to aid those who rightfully repine.