Classic Poem

Vainly my heart had with thy sorceries striven:
It had no refuge from my love, — no Heaven
But in thy fatal presence; — from afar
It owned thy power and trembled like a star
O'erfraught with light and splendor. Could I deem
How dark a shadow should obscure its beam? —
Could I believe that pain could ever dwell
Where thy bright presence cast its blissful spell?
Thou wert my proud palladium; — could I fear
The avenging Destinies when thou wert near? —
Thou wert my Destiny; — thy song, thy fame,
The wild enchantments clustering round thy name,
Were my soul's heritage, its royal dower;
Its glory and its kingdom and its power!