Classic Poem

This would be a blessed day,
If a verse would pass my way,
If a rose-leaf rhyme would drip
All its dew upon my lip,
Come in tender, loving guise,
Make a river of mine eyes,
Circle in the air and rest
In the bastion of my breast.

Muse, dear Muse, O bring to me
One deep draught of Poetry,
I am thirsting and I long
For a flagon full of song,
Muse, dear Muse, without thine art
Midnight hovers o'er my heart,
Hell were heaven with thee, and
Without thee, earth is arid land.

This would be a blessed day,
If a verse would pass my way.