Classic Poem

I died last night —
The earth let go,
And love's last nail gave way,
The Slave girl rose as flames arise,
I broke my house of clay!

I dropped the toy I earlier felt
Was life's divinest star,
The love of Him become as pale
As lost Novembers are.

I closed the door on passion's hearth —
I ran, I flew, I left
Triumphant, that small former thing
That was my older self.

His heart was dark as past I raced
Outstripping slower ways,
His soul set close to those same goals
We tried to share in vain.

He never dreamed that I was dead —
Or his the hand that slayed
My being's utmost certainty,
And unto life betrayed.

It broke within me like a morn
Upon our Eastern hills —
That life was dead but death still lived
To take a Reveller in!

My hesitating feet that oft
Had stumbled at his door,
Out on the peaks of high escape
Were shod like meteors.

Red Aldebaran led me on —
I met the very rays
That travelled for a thousand years
My skyward track to blaze.

He may live on —
Important, wise —
The Slave has gone away —
Up higher hills, through wider space,
Outwitting Destiny!