Classic Poem

Give me the heart that's pure and warm,
Whose virtues constant shine;
Give me the soul that's nobly great,
Yet melts in grief with mine.

Give me the rosy blushing cheek,
The lip without a stain;
Give me the meekly pensive eye,
Whose flash thrills every vein.

Give me the sweet, responsive smile,
Love's sympathy refined;
Give me an angel's graceful form,
An angel's sinless mind.

Ay, give me nature, spirit, fire,
A gem of brilliant ray,
In one who heeds my every wish,
Though absolute her sway.

Give me but woman thus endowed,
Whose jewels virtues are,
And I will worship, like a saint,
So beautiful a star.

But, ah! how vain, how vain, to ask
A gift so rich and rare,
Since earthly bliss is but a dream,
And beauty frail as fair!