Classic Poem

Why should I vaunt as stars that flame
Thine eyes that see
God made a million stars that same
Ere he made thee.

Aeon on aeon, great and small
They thronged the skies
He fused the secrets of them all
Into thine eyes.

Why should I laud as flowers that flush
Thy cheeks that flame
Long meadows came to blanche and blush
Ere thy face came,
The Eternal Gardener tireless went
Through field and wood
And all their fiery changes blent
Into thy blood.

Why should I praise as shells that dream
Thine ears that hear
God heaped the sands with shells that gleam
Ere thou wert near
All Elfin shapes through sands untrod
Worlds green and blue
Rough sketches through the book of God
To fashion you.