Classic Poem

And so his locks are frosty!
His beard is long and white!
What matter so the soul be green,
And so the heart be bright?
One leg will do to stand upon
When standing for the right.

Why look with utter darkness on
The ever-opening skies?
With heavy feet, why go to meet
Our lost one's loving eyes?
Why lay a withered heart before
The gates of Paradise?

A wilderness, without a spot
Where bubbling water flows,
A desert waste that hath forgot
All fragrance of the rose,
Is his, whose pathway brightens not
Toward his journey's close.