Classic Poem

O far away, O far away,
Our father was the sun,
Our mother was the unknowing earth,
When day and night were one—
Ere ever hearts had found them out,
Or pain his race begun.

O far away, O far away,
Sun set the little spark
Of life I fan with my faint breath,
Earth made on me her mark—
Then turned her mother-face away,
And launched me in the dark.

Across the dark of pain and sigh,
Child of the sun I've come;
Daughter of earth doth languish here,
An exile from her home—
Doth hide her face before the light
Within a living tomb.

But spark of sun, it is not quenched—
The fire is in mine eyes,
And deep within my deep, deep soul
Earth-stillness ever lies;
Even light and silence lie beneath
My passing pain-wrung cries.