Classic Poem

Be silent! Let them rest;
Why make an endless quest
For all they said and did?
Why drag into the light
Their moods of black and white,
These, with their faces hid?

Bind, if you will, in gold,
The tales their fancies told;
With wonder breathe their names;
But always, from their art,
Leave them in peace, apart,
As from the ash the flames.

Be silent! Let them rest;
Why make an endless quest
For all they said and did?
Why drag into the light
Their moods of black and white,
These, with their faces hid?

Bind, if you will, in gold,
The tales their fancies told;
With wonder breathe their names;
But always, from their art,
Leave them in peace, apart,
As from the ash the flames.