Classic Poem

If I were the light of the brightest star
That beams in the zenith now;
I would tremble down from my home afar
To kiss thy radiant brow.
If I were the breath of a fragrant flower,
With a viewless wing and free,
I would steal away from the fairest bower,
And live, love, but for thee.

If I were the soul of bewitching song,
With a moving, melting tone,
I would float from the gay and thoughtless throng,
And soothe thy soul alone.
If I were a charm by a fairy wrought,
I would bind thee with a sign,
And never again should a gloomy thought
O'ershadow thy spirit's shrine.

If I were a memory, without alloy,
I would linger where thou art;
If I were a thought of abiding joy,
I would nestle in thy heart;
If I were a hope, with the magic light
That brightens the future far,
I would make thy path on earth as bright
As the paths of angels are.