Classic Poem

And then the summer came with globed still days.
The arcs of sky and earth and sea were one,
Enclosed in light, the perfect unison.
Great clouds drew back the long descending rays;
Waters were mirrors of a crystal glaze,
All earth returned the clear heat of the sun.
At dawn the shining circle was begun,
Colored at dusk by opalescent haze,
And round stars hung in the black globe of night.

And we, asking the endless questions, looking to sea,
Finding no answer, lay and drank in the light,
Feeling the strength of this orbed immensity,
This circle, reaching beyond the powers of sight;
That curves the path of leaning sail and cloud,
And the hum of the skyward motor on a long flight.