Classic Poem

Thee knowing thus, I pass beyond the gaze
Of Nature and of all the world around,
And tread with thee the unseen heavenly ways,
And hear the unseen heavenly harp-strings sound
No more by earthly chains impeded, bound.
Thou art the power behind the natural veil
Of things—upon the night thy locks unwound
Stream forth, and I pursue thy figure pale
As slow from star to star thy pinions sail
Along the impurpled dark, and I can dream
So sweetly of thee that my dreams avail
To bring thee towards me, and thy kisses seem
To rest upon my lips this very night,
Warm and impassioned, dew-soft, violet-light.