Classic Poem

Why art thou so unlike the rest —
So far unlike the beings near thee?
Why com'st thou like some heavenly guest,
Why seems it heaven itself to hear thee?
Or is my own fond heart too fond —
And finds thee, what none else have found thee?
Oh, no: thy presence soars beyond
All meaner things that gather round thee.

Why look'st thou with those eyes of love
As though a seraph dwelt within them?
Why speak'st thou sweet as lips above —
That breathe to angel hearts and win them:
Why seest thou all with such kind eyes
Whilst mine thyself can only see! —
And even as they gaze Earth flies —
And all their vision's lost in thee!