Classic Poem

Love is a talent, like the gift of song
That thrills its cadenced passion on the ear,
So Love, with harmony as rich and clear
Strikes on the chord of Life, a vibrant, strong,
Full note, that turns to right the cruel wrong,
That lifts the lonely, stills the starting tear,
Heals the bruised heart and casteth out all fear
With peace that only can to Love belong.

But if the singer sing not, then the high,
Sweet resonance shall harsh and tuneless fall —
Thus Love, if only garnered and not given,
Of its own atrophy must droop and die —
The dowered of Love must lean and lavish all
Their boon on Earth, their Sesame to Heaven!