Classic Poem

But now the angel and the woman too
Are mine: the white arms and the golden wings
Are but as one—as joined undiverse things,
And the sweet eyes, of the old tender hue,
Now shine upon me: dreams have all come true,—
Life's calm is reached as round the planet swings:
Once more to mine the woman's bosom clings
And yet we are wrapped in heaven's most fragrant dew.

O wondrous woman-angel and yet heart
Of mine own living spirit,—we can part
Never again now thus thy bosom white,
Fragrant as roses, yet with heavenly light
Shineth for me: thou art for ever now
A woman, for the angel crowns thy brow.