Classic Poem

Lights
On the heights
And stars in every lake—
The stillness seems to shake
Watcher and sleeper.
Wise
Are the skies—
But touched with April now
Heaven has grown somehow
Softer and deeper.

Strange—
With the change
What secrets lie unfurled!
Yea, and I feel the world
Closer and keener;
Back
Of the black
And endless veils of Night
Have I not glimpsed the Light,
Once having seen her.

Earth
Giving birth
And death in every wood—
Marvel misunderstood—
I know the heart of it;
Life
And the strife
Making the mighty wince—
Have I not felt it, since
She is a part of it?

Though
I may know
Naught of her care and grace
Still will her slender face
Rise to o'erwhelm me;
Still
Will she fill
And color all my hours—
She of whom stars and flowers
Always will tell me.