Classic Poem

I

Would you Love's fairest daughter see,
Look on her, yonder, — Memory,
Leaning in thought-emmarbled grace,
With dream-lit, half-averted face.

II

Stiller than where that city lies asleep,
With fabled spires deep in the swinging sea,
Stiller and dimmer than that windless deep
The sad flowered shadow field of memory.