Classic Poem

I could have mellowed in her light of Love,
And breathed my soul out on her lips of Song!
Afar off have I worshipped her, and strove
With my pure passion day by day. How long
Will my lone spirit wander through the throng
Of human hearts until it lives in thine?
Know, Maiden, that my love is deep and strong
As yonder Rapid, and as serpentine,
Rock after rock it strikes, seeking a joy divine.

CANZONET.

The balmy summer days are here,
The Robin warbleth in the tree,
But Summer, Spring, nor song-birds bring
One note of love from thee.

The roses will put forth their buds,
Green leaves adorn each ardent tree,
But in my heart will never start
One rose-bud hope for thee.

The sun leans down to kiss the flowers,
To flush the blossoms of the tree,
But to my love no carrier-dove
Brings warmth and light from thee.

The happy woodlands throb with song,
Music is breathed from tree to tree;
With Winter's fleece these songs will cease,
But not my love for thee.