Classic Poem

I saw thee blush, — a liquid light
Sprang in thine eye of blue;
It glow'd as pure — as heav'nly bright,
As morn's translucent dew.

I heard the gentle heaving sigh
Thy heart's own grief bespeak;
The tear beheld, that left thine eye —
To glitter on thy cheek.

I saw thee grieve — I saw thee weep —
Again I heard thee sigh; —
'T was pity's tear that gemm'd thy cheek, —
'T was virtue dew'd thine eye!