Classic Poem

Thou bring'st me thus the strange unspoken power
Of all the universe. I hear its song
From star and stormy blast, from sun and flower,
From ripples of the lake, and from the strong
And white-lipped breakers, as one gleaming throng
They pour their serried might upon the beach;
Yet loving these, I do mine own no wrong,
For far past Nature unto her I reach,
Hearing the sweet streams in her silver speech,
And marking in her bosom the white bloom
Of every perfect rosebud—yea of each
The intense enthralling mystical perfume:
She owneth Nature, and her breath pervades
The avenues of lime and hawthorn glades.