Classic Poem

I know that thou art true to me now;
But I fear that, when far, far away,
In the light of some beautiful brow,
The flower of faith may decay!
I have seen thee look on a bright eye, love,
And gaze as thou wouldst on a star;
And I've murmured, with many a sigh, love,
“How blessed the beautiful are!”
Yet, if passion and truth, warm and deep,
As ever in woman's heart met,
Have a spell, man's affection to keep,
I know thou wilt never forget!