Classic Poem

Sweet thought, sweet model that gloweth for all,
Attention that quivereth within heart's fluid wall—
How strange such members seldom meet
Like ripples in a gulf so deep.

When holding hot green pebbles,
A burden that relieves the thought,
'Tis genuine passion that warbles
Where the amazing beauty is sought.

How tiresome lines are beautiful,
How tiresome grace is charm;
Wonderful seems the wrinkled brow
When time will, mortal, bow.

Ah, there slumbers the ages!
Ah, there resteth thy kind!
'Tis heavy burden to conceive thy corpse
That is tinted with a cover sublime.

We've been resting on thy scented spirit,
Were forcing to bind the ties;
Ah, mortals, why art ye raving
Like the constant vanishing skies?

But now we retreat, good Charm;
I feign to relate how warm
Thy nature has cuddled me,
That pricks, to renew its psalm.