Classic Poem

Love the poet, pretty one!
He unfoldeth knowledge fair;
Lessons of the earth and sun,
And of azure air.

He can teach thee how to reap
Music from the golden lyre:
He can shew thee how to steep
All thy thoughts in fire.

Heed not, though at times he seem
Dark and still, and cold as clay:
He is shadowed by his Dream!
But 'twill pass away.

Then — bright fancies will he weave,
Caught from air and heaven above:
Some will teach thee how to grieve;
Others, how — to love!

How from sweet to sweet to rove;
How all evil things to shun:
Should I not then whisper — " Love —
Love the poet , pretty one? "