Classic Poem

" ON HIS MISTRESS' EYEBROWS "

What eye has found the anemone too small
To be a messenger of lordly Spring?
Who can not hear, when April blue-birds call,
The summer choir that in the grove will sing?
Whose heart, from one least fragment of the ring,
May not once more the unbroken cirque recall?
Oh, not its own delights alone doth bring
Each Part that witnesseth a perfect All!

Then, Sweet, I may not choose from thee a theme
Too slight, mine uttermost of art to engage;
Too small, but it will charm the listening throng.
Of thee, my Star, let me reflect one gleam, —
One feature rightly fix upon my page, —
And all thy loveliness o'erflows the song.