Classic Poem

Here , from earth's daedal heights and dingles lowly,
The representatives of Nature meet;
Not like a Congress, or Alliance Holy
Of Kings, to rivet chains, but with their sweet
Blossomy mouths to preach the love complete,
That with pearl'd misletoe, and beaded holly,
Clothed them in green unchangeable, to greet
Winter with smiles, and banish melancholy.

I envy not th' Emathian madman's fame,
Who won the world, and built immortal shame
On tears and blood; but if some flower, new found,
In its embalming cup might shroud my name,
Mine were a tomb more worthily renown'd
Than Cheops' pile, or Artemisia's mound.