Classic Poem

Fountains, gushing silver light,
Sculptures, soft and warm and fair,
Gems, that blind the dazzled sight,
Silken trophies rich and rare,
Wondrous works of cunning skill,
Precious miracles of art, —
How your crowding memories fill
Mournfully my musing heart!

Fairy Giant choicest birth
Of the Beautiful Sublime,
Seeming like the Toy of earth
Given to the dotard Time, —
Glacier-diamond, Alp of glass,
Sindbad's cave, Aladdin's hall, —
Must it then be crush'd, alas;
Must the Crystal Palace fall?