Classic Poem

Our love is like the soothing rain
That follows clouds and thunders,
It comes to fill the world again
With fresh and blooming wonders.
It sweeps away all baser things
That flourished once unthwarted,
And washes clean the low and mean
Until they glow transported.

Our love is like the kindly snow
That covers great and small things,
Whose very softness seems to throw
A glamor over all things.
It makes of every common spot
A holy thing and tender,
And every dark and ugly mark
Is hidden by its splendor.

Our love is like the steadfast sun,
A force to fire and quicken
The sluggish joys that feebly run
Through all that droop or sicken.
And yet, although we need it most,
We see it never; knowing
That none may gaze upon its face—
It is too great and glowing.