Classic Poem

True art within your mind has found a shrine,
Where fire and feeling beautifully blend;
To every role nobility you lend,
And skill with taste most soulfully combine.

Raoul sublime and Gonarro benign
Find by your voice new beauty to commend,
And faithless Ugo's pitiable end
Is, as the master's melodies, divine.

Your brow is decked and laureled by sweet fame,
And in art's annals your resplendent name
Will e'er be greeted and will flourish long;
For now an earned repose has come at last,
And in the future, even as in the past,
Admiring throngs will hail you " King of Song. "