Classic Poem

Love droop'd when Beauty fled the bow'r,
And languid closed the day,
Wept ev'ry little flow'r,
And turn'd its head away.

The wind spoke with a fallen tongue,
The green reed sigh'd amain,
And sable forests swung
Rude melody again.

Wild caves rang deep, and rocks grew cold,
Whilst rivers wept by them,
All nature's death-bells toll'd
A requiem! a requiem!

Mid roaring brooks and dark moss-vales
Where speechless Thought abides,
Still her sweet spirit dwells,
That knew no world besides.

Her form the woodland still retains —
Wound but a creeping flow'r,
Her very life-blood stains
Thee in a falling show'r.

Touch but the stream, drink but the air,
Her cheek, her breath is known —
Ravish that red rose there,
And she is all thy own.