Classic Poem

Gluttonous helium of thought's endowment,
What piercing awe hast thou bestowed!
O lantern of unveiled, standing glow
Upon my sensations wooed remorseless
Shadows peal! and yet canst hover
O'er retention's beat, through
Forgetful saints of Nature's comedy's
Crest have bent their solemn
Woes of life's domain 'pon real joy.
But thence slumber woke their
Earnest ties; and bright learning hope,
O tender guise sweet from soul's
Wanton gift, hath poured the
Simple ways in profound vital thrift.