Classic Poem

Whence art thou? From what chrysalis
Of silence hast thou come?
What thought in thee finds utterance
Of dateless ages dumb —
Outspeeding in the distance far
The herald glances of a star
As yet unseen?

Wast thou, ere thine awakening here,
In other realms a-bloom?
Or swathed in seamless cerements
Of immemorial gloom,
Till now, as Nature's pulses move,
Thou blossomest, a breath of Love,
Her lips between?