Classic Poem

Dedication

Quem fugis? Aut quis te nostris complexibus arcet?
Haec memorans, cinerem et sopitos suscitat ignes.
Virgilian lot.
This song to one whose unimproved talents and unattained friendship have interested the writer in his character & fate.

  By the unacknowledged tie
  Which binds us to each other
  By the pride of feeling high
  Which friendship's name can smother
  By the cold encountering eyes
  Whose language deeply thrilling
  Rebelled against the prompt surmise
  Which told the heart was willing;
  By all which you have felt and feel
  My eager gaze returning
  I offer to this silent zeal
  On youthful altars burning,
  All the classic hours which fill
  This little urn of honour;
  Minerva guide & pay the pen
  Your hand conferred upon her.