Classic Poem

" Plus doux que les soirs vermeils de l'automne. "

Sweeter than Autumn's golden evenings are,
Or vernal skies that bend o'er daffodils;
Sweeter than windflowers that the wildwood star,
Or crannied blossoms on the April hills;
Sweeter than vows breathed by a convent maid,
Or earthier vows by lover to his lass;
Sweeter than thrush-notes in the darkening glade,
Or river singing through the swaying grass;
Sweeter than roseleaves in the boudoir air,
Than secret sweeter, sweeter than a smile,
Or the sweet tangles of Neaera's hair,
Or tenderest embrace, or wantonest wile; —
Sweeter than all the sweetness I may hint,
It is to see one's blooming name in print.