Classic Poem

Beauty is like a star
Shamed in the bold daylight,
But coming out of the far
At the call of the mystic night.

Beauty is like a dream;
We wake, and lo, it is flown;
Let us but sleep, 'twould seem
We may make it our very own.

Beauty is like a flower
In a dusk garden set,
That, reaved away, for an hour
Gives of her odor yet.

Beauty is like a tune
Soft-played in a perfect place
Where, slowly under the moon,
Walk figures of wondrous grace.

Beauty is like a flame
That, fanned by the breath of men,
Leaps into loud acclaim,
Fitfully falls again.

Yea, and they all are as one:
They carry the world's desire,
Out of far mystery spun,
Melody, fragrance and fire!