Classic Poem

Another change. The captive's lot grew fair:
A soft illusion with her reveries blent,
New charms dispell'd her solitary care,
And hope's fresh dew-drops gleam'd where'er she went;
Earth seem'd to glow with Eden's purple light,
The fleeting days glanced by on pinions bright,
For every hour a rainbow lustre lent;
While, with his tones of music in her ear,
Love's eloquence inspired the graceful cavalier.