Classic Poem

If I could ever sing the songs
Within me day and night,
The only fit accompaniment
Would be a lute of light!

A thousand dreamy melodies,
Begot with pleasant pain,
Like incantations float around
The chambers of my brain!

But when I strive to utter one,
It mocks my feeble art,
And leaves me silent, with the thorns
Of Music in my heart!