Classic Poem

I know a night of stars within me;
Through eyes of dream I have perceived
Blest apparitions who would win me
Home to what innocence believed

I know a universe beyond me;
Power that pervades the fluctuant soul,
Signalling my brain it would unbond me
And make heart's imperfection whole.

I, the chance-comer from creation,
Blind subject to defending day;
I, this blithe structure of sensation,
Prisoned and impassioned by my clay.