Classic Poem

Who that saw her could forget?
Clear, beneath the bars of jet,
Gleam the wells of purple-blue,
Eyes that look you through and through,
Eyes that, ever-changing, keep
Fast the secret in the deep.

A heart, an open gate for all:
All the world's confessional:
A cloistered court, a calm retreat
For wounded soul and weary feet;
A shrine with one for ministrant,
Locked with bolts of adamant.

Peerless — as if among her peers,
Her spirit neither scorns nor fears:
None too high! None too vile!
A smile for all — an equal smile;
And was there ever crowned queen
Smiled with such a royal mien?

She kept her secret for her own:
Never told, and never known.
Like the voices of the seas,
Like the language of the breeze,
Like the bounty of the sun: —
Given to all, but known to none.