Classic Poem

(P ROF . G. C.)

Explorer of the underworld, from whom
Shy Nature, shrinking, hides in vain distress,
For to thy love in her deep bridal room
She must unveil her virgin loveliness,

Lift up thine eyes! This once forsake thy gloom
And breathe the air that living men doth bless!
Here smiles on thee a maiden in the bloom
Of youth, decked by her mother in bridal dress.

Here shalt thou learn if Love prove stronger, when
He shows where Etna's secret fires reside,
Or sweeter in a woman's heart may reign.

So with fresh courage — for she will not chide —
From her soft bosom turning shalt thou then
In holy Nature seek thy other bride.