Classic Poem

WHEREIN LAURA'S UNEXPECTED SMILE OF WELCOME IS ALMOST TOO MUCH

Live sparks fell flashing from those wells of fire
On me so sweetly, fell in lighting flashes,
Welled from a heart whose eloquence abashes,
Poured softly from a heart whose sighs inspire:
Ah, the mere recollection warms desire
When memory moves: — I look — and her long lashes
Gleam with glad tears, and the gray lifeless ashes
That marked her scorn, some glow of grace acquire!
My soul in sorrow nurtured, set in pain,
(How great the force that custom soon possesses!)
Breaks with its double bliss: time and again,
At the faint taste of unfamiliar blisses,
Shivering with fear and hope — alas, how vain! —
I could burst raging through life's wildernesses!