Classic Poem

Tell me not of Philosophies,
Of morals, ethics, laws of life;
Give me no subtle theories,
No instruments of wordy strife.
I will not forge laborious chains
Link after link, till seven times seven,
I need no ponderous iron cranes
To haul my soul from earth to heaven.
But with a burnished wing,
Rainbow-hued in the sun,
I will dive and leap and run
In the air, and I will bring
Back to the earth a heavenly thing,
I will dance through the stars
And pass the blue bars
Of heaven. I will catch hands with God
And speak with Him,
I will kiss the lips of the seraphim
And the deep-eyed cherubim;
I will pluck of the flowers that nod
Row upon row upon row,
In the infinite gardens of God,
To the breath of the wind of the sweep of the lyres,
And the cry of the strings
And the golden wires,
And the mystical musical things
That the world may not know.