Classic Poem

A mirage sweet and soft and fair
Reflected in the stream,
Thou seemest calmly gliding there,
The sky and lake between.

A colour picture soft and clear,
With every dainty grace,
Divinely sweet and debonair,
The fairest of your race.

I wish that I could keep the scene,
And have it framed in gold,
To hang fair noble dames between,
On wall of castle old.

But in a warmer case than gold
I've hidden it away;
Where in a loving heart's stronghold,
'Twill safely rest for aye.