Classic Poem

Fair is the bloom of lovly things
That memory loves to trace
That warm imagination brings
& beautys reigning race
Fancy our gloomy hearts may warm
With golden dreams forsooth
But memory keeps the sweetest charm
Of faces lovd in youth
Faces our dreams will often bring
In manhoods dreary hour
Unchanging as at youths fond spring
The same unfolding flower
Sweet mary the unsmotherd flame
That kindld love for thee
Dreams oer thy beauty just the same
As it had usd to be.