Classic Poem

Small, viewless Æronaut, that by the line
Of Gossamer suspended, in mid air
Float'st on a sun beam — Living Atom, where
Ends thy breeze-guided voyage; — with what design
In Æther dost thou launch thy form minute,
Mocking the eye? — Alas! before the veil
Of denser clouds shall hide thee, the pursuit
Of the keen Swift may end thy fairy sail! —
Thus on the golden thread that Fancy weaves
Buoyant, as Hope's illusive flattery breathes,
The young and visionary Poet leaves
Life's dull realities, while sevenfold wreaths
Of rainbow-light around his head revolve.
Ah! soon at Sorrow's touch the radiant dreams dissolve!