Classic Poem

WHEREIN HE FELICITATES HIS HEART THAT IT STAYS WITH HER

Fresh, shadowed hill, with flowers and foliage crowned!
Where, in dear silences or music sweet,
A heavenly spirit upon celestial feet
Honours the earth who has all honour found!
Forsaking me, my fond heart to her bound —
Wiser, if there it keep its constant seat —
Notes now the turf her starry footprints greet,
Now where her eyes pour glory all around:
Then murmurs throbbing, as they range and rove,
" Ah, were he here, that man removed from grace,
Doomed but to drink the bitterness of love! "
Aware, she smiles: unequal is the race:
A stone am I; Eden is your true grove,
O holy happy shade, O hallowed place!