Classic Poem

More may not be by human Art exprest,
But Love, far mightier Power, can add the rest,
Add to the picture which those lines present
All that is wanting for my heart's content:
The braided hair a majesty displays
Of brow that thinks and muses while I gaze,
And O what meekness in those lips that share
A seeming intercourse with vital air,
Such faint sweet sign of life as Nature shows
A sleeping infant or the breathing rose;
And in that eye where others gladly see
Earth's purest light Heaven opens upon me.