Classic Poem

Truly it is a deed presumptuous, very daring,
Thus to devise in song a golden frame, preparing
To set therein thy face:
It is as if God gave the rough stern wind the power
To sing for evermore the soul of some white flower
 And this flower's soul before the world to place.

The task is very large.—Love, give thy singer passion
Pure as the sea and sun, that pure strong words may fashion
A frame wherein to place ,
So that the world may see (and never, having met it
Once eye to eye, could heart of mortal man forget it!)
 Love's portrait of the loveliest living face.