Classic Poem

Charm! the haunt of soul's inspiration,
The gilded spirals of feigned illusions,
The exhilaration of love's committance;
The great awe of Aeolians blurs mutations.
Wild, luscious, shimmering silk hues of roses—
The lure of slumber's innocent hum
That o'er sylvan, almond shades at night
Breathes the tiny stars of moonlight—
Bright keep the slur of insects' muse astir
Beneath the tall blowing alfalfa's lowly blades.
The early sky recurls her clouds with deep purple,
Again sieves revelation of cosmic's change
And heals the twilight of orbs' restitution,
Leaves its remains in the circle of sun's abolution.