Classic Poem

Among the fibres of created trails
There hath shown fitful ways of
Abstract views in exquisite grace.
Aesthetic shares its own hand,
Therein depicts an elegance that
Of rare beauty adorns Nature's face;
But sparks inspired of destined hail,
Immortal though at large, doth careless
And yet beguile folly's own bewail;
But thence at drums' beat, we usher
Self's lone command to bear its gain
Of varied classics and omnipresence' lore.
Temper heeds not, but urges fancy's eye,
That in afterthought passes unburdened critics by.