Classic Poem

Appreciation needs no gods to succor …
Who speeds this universe of hours?
He never, that reasons, knew her claim
To be of fault, so unfelt from the same
Walk through gardens, castles and domes,
Baths in the Rhine, tells of museums,
Conches, an Orient to song that conveys
Happiness, luring souls from strays.
Hast thou beaten beauty's cleaves
That tend unwont to spiritual griefs?
But conscience rides thee here and there
To no resist, for thou canst not compare
The throne of unseen power o'er powers
That bulged the bags, drained Hippocrene of ours!