Classic Poem

May this inspired acrostic prove
A perfect token of my love
Return thy torch allmost expired
Yet find by whom thou art admired

My soul of love would fly to thee
Constrained thy winning form to see

Like pan whose destiny was grief
Exploring nature for relief
And sure when thee my love has found
Nought els[e] in life can heal the wound

When on the constelations
I cast my eyes afar
Then i can tell
My bonny belle
The queen of every star

When i look from the mountain
Or nature's lofty tower
Then i can tell
My bonny belle
The queen of ever[y] flower

When gazing from the window
On blooms both low and tall
Then i can tell
My charming belle
The fairest one of all