Classic Poem

There is a charm thy essences secrete,
Peopling the mind with many an airy dream,
Until in conscious pleasure it doth seem
Thy perfume hath a soul and can entreat.

So suave unto the sense, so subtly sweet,
That memories of pre-natal beauty teem,
And haunt the ravished brain in ways supreme,
Making our life less dark and incomplete.

I dream of the dim past, but not with pain;
The suns of dead but resurrected years
Glitter once more on Venice the divine!
I see the town in bridal robes again,
Crowned by the Doge amid his gondoliers,
And eyes like Juliet's, softly seeking mine!