Classic Poem

WHEREIN ALL NATURE IS THE THEATRE TO HER SORROW

I saw on earth angelic grace revealed,
Celestial charms which mortals seldom see,
Such as rejoice and rend the memory;
All else untrue, vain, trivial, repealed.
Now to dark tears I saw those bright eyes yield
That often blanched the sun with jealousy;
And from those lips a voiceless agony
To move the mountain, bid the flood be sealed.
Wit, firmness, pity, love and excellence
Knitted to grief so sweet a concert made,
As never yet struck or subdued the sense;
And heaven itself such rapt attention paid,
That not a leaf stirred out of audience —
Even the weather, even the wind obeyed.