How first I grazed upon your outward view,
a perfected bloom in full maturity,
where, smiles upon thy countenance ever grew
wider far than the sea's untamed enormity,
clothed the common air with moonlight's pearly blue,
that vanished not with life's troubled hours,
thy being, e'er bright eyed as exotic flowers,
loiters long, rich bathed by twilight's hue,
yet thy presence like as the sun full glowing,
that dress harsh winter in it's golden light,
within thy heart, flourish green fields delight,
yet alas! the world would pass without full knowing,

Such is this truth that rides the Ocean's swell,
Such is this truth, this poet pen doth tell.