Classic Poem

HER VARIOUS SPELLS THAT PUT HIM IN THRALL

Graces that liberal Heaven on few confers:
Rare virtue seen as seldom in our kind;
Ripe judgment with youth's golden tresses twined;
Ethereal loveliness stands, breathes and stirs
In her humility; perfect charm is hers;
Her voice moves like tall music in the mind;
She steps a goddess; fervent and refined
Her wit to break proud stubborn characters;
The lustre of her eyes turns hearts to stone,
Hangs lamps in hell and sets the night on fire;
Draws out our souls, lifts up or plunges down;
Her speech is bright with genius to inspire,
Forever interrupted with sweet moan —
Such is the magic of the heart's desire.