Classic Poem

Green twilight trembles in the Autumn skies,
Translucent shadows lap and overflow
The garden, and the glimmering poplar row,
And battlemented hill. The planets rise
As he pursues his solitary emprise
Against the swords of Cherubim, to know
The perfect beauty of the flowers that blow
Deep in the mist that dreams through Paradise:

And the rich guerdon of his steadfast eyes,
And rare desires that through his passion glow,
And crystal light, with which the stars bestrow
The Soul that through the empyrean flies,
Are consecrated to the god, who lies
Asleep, by the broad lake in Fontainebleau.