Classic Poem

An azure smile the heavens wear,
A broad grand smile, intensely blue,
The turquoise tint has dyed the air—
The breeze seems colored by its hue. …

Cerculean blue, the sea below—
Lies like the mirror of the sky;
Its blue is of a richer glow,
Its changings wondrous to the eye.

The maid I love hath orbs of blue,
A melting blue, faith-lit by me;
Her steadfast sapphire glancings, true—
Have gulfs of cobalt harmony.

Once sailed we o'er the blue, blue seas,
Scudding beneath far bluer skies;
And worlds of blue, on bended knees,
I found within her loving eyes.