Classic Poem

While of the age in which the heart but ill
Defends itself — and in thy native land,
Love and thine eyes unable to withstand
They won me, and though distant dazzle still.
Hither I came, intent my mind to fill,
With Wisdom, study — gathered from on high,
But loathed to part, so that to stay or fly
Kept, and still keep sore struggle in my will.
And now all careless of the heat and cold
With ceaseless vigils Laura , night and day,
That thou a worthier lover may'st behold
For thee to Fame I strive to win my way:
Then love me still and let me be consoled
With hope until I meet thine eyes, bright ray.