Classic Poem

Looking within thine eyes what do I read?
A world of thought in dreaming beauty hushed.
Say on what musings doth thy spirit feed,
Making divine those charms by fancy flushed?
Dost thou anticipate that glorious time
When every cloud of darkness shall have fled,
And the hoar world revives her fabled prime
Ere for her offspring's misery she bled?
In vain do I conjecture. Who can tell
What hopes or dreams now occupy thy soul?
They soar beyond the stroke of Time's harsh bell,
And mounted on desire towards heaven roll:
Still turn to me those eyes of wondrous light,
And with their beauty greet my anxious sight.