Classic Poem

Had I that Raphael's wings, to whom the space
Round earth and sky was but a moment's flight;
And eyes of heaven's recorder, whose keen sight
Looks through the gloom that muffles earth's dark face;
And Milton's voice sublime, which deftly sang.
To angels' harps, harmonious ringing round
Th' eternal throne — till with its full, rich sound
The chrysolite halls and echoing heavens rang, —
There is a beautiful Being I would find —
A Rose, the fairest in sweet Paphos' bower;
There is an ear which I would wind and wind
Giddily round, like Bee about a flower;
But Love, who took my heart, hath ta'en voice, eyes,
And wings — and wanting these, I lose Hope's promised prize.