Classic Poem

Love is the key; we may not climb the height
Save the strong heart remains sure guide and friend,
And, looking past these glooms unto the end,
Expects each pulse the slow approach of light;
For we are weak, and wander in a night
The wizard senses build, wherein they blend
Strange flames of joys with splendor-stars that send
Weird glamoury of glow across our sight,
And we are bound in chains most hard to break;
But in our heart's abyss unfathomable
The instincts toil of higher hopes and sweet,
And as we climb, led by our loves, we take
Best hold on truths that in these high realms dwell,
And life's disclosures guide our eager feet.