The Romantic Era

This is my soul's conception of a praise
High in the name of those who wrote with heart
Each sonneteer who built by quill in ways
Romantic theme should sound in truest art

Oh, on a canvas where the essence of
Mere quality of life would then compose
Another bright esteem in fairest love
No, never there they died at curtain's close

The era which they often there conceived
In all respect by day as fair and broad
Can't be denied, for what truth they believed
Endured with ink in poetry unflawed

Ripe royalty they did achieve with thought
Alas, I envy those who beauty sought