Classic Poem

Far through the endless corridors of dream
I wander, gloom-wrapped, seeking truth and light,
Faith that I crave, Love that can more than seem,
Food for my Soul, release from utter Night.

For I am tainted with a sad distrust,
A viperous itching not to see or hear!
The arid desert of my body's dust
Has ever spurned the solace of a tear.

I long to lose my wish to not believe,
And riot in fresh floods of feeling! lost,
Alas my thoughts like heavy cerements cleave
Unto my corpse-mind, frigid as of frost.

The gracious phantom of a holy love
Leads me thro' Life's dead dream, and Dream's bright life,
The radiance pure, immaculate thereof
Is with grand cheer and noble promise rife.

That love sustains, it breathes, it beams, it is,
And guides me tottering thro' the grays of gloom;
I follow humble, passive, knowing this,
That I shall find it Heaven—or a tomb.