Classic Poem

Made worthy by excess of Love
A wretch thro' power of Happiness,
And poor from wealth, I dare not use.

This separation is, alas!
Too great a punishment to bear:
O take my Life, or let me pass
That Life, that happy Life, with her!

The dazzling charm of outward Form,
The power of Gold, the pride of Birth,
Have taken Woman's heart by storm,
Supplied the place of inward worth.

Is not true Love of higher price,
Than outward Form, tho' fair to see,
Wealth's glitt'ring fairy-dome of Ice,
Or echo of proud Ancestry?

O ASRA! ASRA! could'st thou see
Into the bottom of my Heart!
There's such a Mine of Love for Thee —
That Treasure would supply desert!

Death, erst contemn'd, O ASRA! why
Now terror-stricken do I see?
Oh! I have heart enough to die,
Not half enough to part from Thee!