Couldst liken language of to-day <br />to phrasings of the bards of old? <br />Couldst find the romance, once that was <br />for hearts to coddle and enfold? <br />And, souls couldst hug with loving hold? Wouldst thou of sweet romantic mores <br />but know the lovingness of yore. <br />Young lady fair for swain to count <br />in gentle ways that were before. <br />Ah, pity, those days live no more! As wispy sylphs on breezes bonne, <br />melodic poems fall upon me. <br />Mine heart's ears hear a minstrel's song. <br />Mine soul's eyes grace and beauty see. <br />Forever lost? No more to be? Couldst but I give these back to thee, <br />from deep within my heart and soul. <br />Sweet mystery, once more, of dreams. <br />To list again to love bell's toll. <br />For thee, dear heart, this be my goal.<br /><br />Jay C. Hershberg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/late-lamented-language-of-love/
