Classic Poem

" My lady of the rosebands and the bays,
My dimple, and my soft caressing " speech;
My pure eternal unforgotten " ways, "
My smiles, with sonnet-plumage hid in each:
" My sweet hair still divinely downward streaming, "
My hands so soft and wonderful and white;
My mind with delicate love-fancies teeming,
My glance of heavenly and most sacred light:
My lips so pure and red, so sweet and tender,
My heart so glad and great, so deep and warm;
My silver voice, to which love did surrender,
My breast, white as a sea-bird's thro' a storm: —
For ever and for ever, though they fled,
All these are mine , — now selfish love lies dead.