Classic Poem

Did some Love Fairy of forgotten rime
Break with her spell the pond'rous lock of Time,
And down year-haunted hallways silent creep
To Ophir's vaults, where all the misers sleep,
Where gold lies careless piled like yellow chaff,
And seizing a bright armful with a laugh,
Run back to Now from Then's grave-chilly gloom,
Fly swift up to a high wind-haunted room,
Sit by her spinning wheel in high-backed chair,
And weave that Midas Dream, your wondrous hair?
Long dreamy waves, like aureate water-whirls,
And burning like Aurora's wantoned curls,
That flash athwart the eastern sky at dawn,
Blazing the day's renascence, every morn!
Dim in the fay's heart, Beauty's lyre rang,
And, as she worked her wheel, she pensive sang
Of smiling maiden charms, where she would place
This wondrous hair to crown a lovely face.