Classic Poem

If I could sing the song of her
Who makes my heart to sing;
If I could catch the words to match
Its secret blossoming;

My song should be a heaven of sound
Thrilled through a single note, —
The world of light that's infinite
In one flower's honey-throat!

A fountain diamonded in air,
Earth-blessing dews at night,
A dancing child, flames lovely-wild,
Should not so much delight

But where I most have theme to boast
I stammer in my speech;
The full heart shames my faltering art
With music past its reach.