Classic Poem

Come , we will go, to Land's End bound,
Past lurking cove and breathing sound,
And, o'er the lark-thrilled, dewy lea,
The opal of the Cornish Sea.

There Neptune thrones in royal might,
Watching his white-maned lions fight
And 'neath his frowning gaze, far seen,
The rainbow realm of his demesne.

As changeful as a poet's heart,
As guileful as the coquette's art—
It stole my soul from me away,
And there 'tis dream-chained, night and day.