Classic Poem

I'm color-blind as I can be.
I know not red from green.
I could not tell an amber sea
From one that's plain marine.
I could not tell you if you asked the color of my ink,
But well I know, though blind I be, that Daphne's cheek is pink!

When sunset paints the evening skies
In wondrous symphonies,
And all the prism seems to rise
From out the misty seas,
I know not one from t'other, but I need not e'er be told
Despite this awful blindness that my Daphne's hair is gold!

When autumn comes upon the scene
And with her frosty brush
Turns all the tender summer green
On hedge, and tree, and bush,
To gorgeous, flashing hues that seem by Titian's genius spread,
I know it not, but I can see that Daphne's lips are red!
And when the broad and kindly dome
Of heaven rears above,
And speaks of that supernal home
Where dwells eternal love,
They tell me it is azure, and I know they tell me true,
For love dwells deep in Daphne's eyes, and they are azure too!