Classic Poem

As the Earth is surrounded
By naked air,
Life's sphere is bounded
By an azure care;
Only moments of time
Is the rainbow bended,
And wherever we climb,
The world is ended.

There's a hopelessness
In careers succeeding,
More than the distress
Of the dying and bleeding;
The nature which scaleth
Cathedral towers,
Hears nearer where waileth
The tolling hours.