Classic Poem

I.

Thou hast eyes like stars, and sweetness
Which no fruit of earth supplies;
Thou hast airy grace and fleetness,
Like some bird of upper skies; —
Let not earthly charms go higher
Than the ones which should aspire; —
Be thy spirit like thine eyes —
Brightest bounty to them given,
Clothe that too in gifts of heaven.

II.

Bid it bless where now it kindles,
Let not mocking spirits say,
That thy holy beauty dwindles
To a common earthly ray: —
Be the wicked speech confounded,
Take the captive thou hast wounded,
Prove that eyes that so can slay,
Have an attribute the more,
When the stricken they restore.