Classic Poem

Fond dream of love by love repaid,
How soon thy dear illusions flew!
Lavinia smiled, seducing maid!
And then her flattering smile withdrew.

But still that smile, where'er I stray,
In fancy haunts and charms my sight,
Adds splendor to the blaze of day,
And gives it to the gloom of night.

And nought my captive heart can free,
Love as the soul of life I view,
Then, if the soul immortal be,
My love must be immortal too.