I saw Dante\'s Beatrice one fine Morning in June;
Among the Seasons bold feast, among it\'s Cheerful Bloom.
For there she did walk in fields of light Sheen;
Like a Radiant Jewel on a Clasp of Bright Green.
Among the Dandified flowers those Masters of Allure;
Their Beauty now dimmed ; her Radiance more pure.
By the Sun shining down from a Sky of bright blue;
To uphold the Grand laws fine Poetry hold true.
How could I not fall with this \'Will\' of mine?
It\'s Gauze Whisper Thin and She divine.
To have her All within my keep;
And not to Whom her Affections speak.
Then MY Golden Ring upon her hand;
If chance had Crossed all Heaven\'s plan.
For I\'ve seen Dante\'s Beatrice - though She\'ll never will be mine;
These Words ,
These Lines ,
This Marble Verse ,
Will forever be her shrine.