Classic Poem

A perfect arrow! Whether retold in missions,
Poise continues an unerring guide,
There hath wrought love! But to receive
Thee in pulsive innocent content, though
In behave must learn of its completion;
O travel without cause through rendered
Depth, unceasing, patient densities
Of guilt and comfort; and canst store
The bellows of oriental ciphers of lust,
As exercise will embellish the thorn
And yet encourage unseen enemies born;
Will not strengthen thy immortal lore,
Since reverie, foretold, seeks to enclose
Its heavenly remittance and chiding thrust.