Classic Poem

Listen, and I will tell you of a face
 Not lovely, but made beautiful by mind;
 Lighted up with dark eyes in which you find
All womanly affections have their place;
Upon her even brow there is no trace
 Of passion; many fragrant blossoms bind
 Her hair glossy and golden; like a blind
It shadows her round cheeks blush full of grace.
I know now how it is , but it was so:
 And when I think upon her bosom heaving,
And her full glistening eyes looking on me
When the poor bird was struggling; I still see
The throbbing tenderness, the virgin glow,
 And dream on, not at rest and yet believing.