Classic Poem

Last night I took the hillside path to you —
One chariot cloud swung radiant before
To herald me — with evening bells brimmed o'er
Our well beloved valley's heart of blue;
Day from your hallowing silences withdrew —
Night fell and peace — all dissonance forbore;
Over your grave I heard the thrush outpour
Love's dulcet unrelinquishing anew.
Such risen beauty disembodied me.
Before such answering compassionate
All save this death-lit hour of love was not,
When with young moon for kin and company
Skyward I turned me from our postern gate,
The little shattered human thing forgot.