Classic Poem

Let C OLERIDGE sing his G ENEVIEVE ,
Who at his sad song could but grieve,
And loved because she pitied;
And K EATS his lovely M ADELINE ,
With rosy mouth and eyes divine,
And lips for kisses fitted;
That with her lover through the night,
Darkness without, within all light,
To far-off countries flitted.
Let T ENNYSON his L ILIAN sing
And lovely O RIANA ,
And scale the skies with tireless wing,
In praise of M ARIANA ,
I sing one lovelier by far,
One pure and gentle as a star,
A modest, young, sweet creature,
In whose fair face a blushing grace
Illumines every feature.
Pure as the stainless Alpine snows,
And lovelier than the sweet moss-rose,—
What rhyme can, by what poet cannie,
Tell half the grace and beauty rare.
That fill like sunshine the glad air,
And float round Little A NNIE ?