Classic Poem

Here shall remain all tears for lovely things
—And here enshrined the longing of great hearts,
—Caught on a lyre whence waking wonder starts,
To mount afar upon immortal wings;
Here shall be treasured tender wonderings,
—The faintest whisper that the soul imparts,
—All silent secrets and all gracious arts,
Where nature murmurs of her hidden springs.

O magic of a song! here loveliness
—May sleep unhindered of life's mortal toll,
——And noble things stand towering o'er the tide;
Here mid the years, untouched by time or stress,
—Shall sweep on every wind that stirs the soul
——The music of a voice that never died!