Classic Poem

One night as on my broidered bed
In sleep's delightful trance I lay,
Midst dreamland fancies quickly fled
I saw the Teian poet gay.
I heard him speak; to his embrace
I rushed, and kissed his smiling face.

Though full of years he still was hale,
His hair was white, but his clear eyes
Sparkled; his lips a spicy gale
Exhaled, and sweetest melodies
Rang from his lyre; his steps Love stayed;
Round him thronged many a laughing maid.

He took from his brows a garland bright
Of divers radiant flowers entwined,
And gave it to me—with delight
The which I round my head did bind.
It proved a source of pleasing dole,
Love ever since has fired my soul.