Classic Poem

His heavenly Muse, on rapture's trembling wings,
Aspired the radiant empyrean high,
And bore to earth the splendor of the sky!
Durante's spirit to my senses brings
The excessive beauty of transcendent things
That thrill Imagination's ear and eye;
My soul partakes the poet's ecstasy!
With joy I hear the blissful carolings
Of angel hosts in robes of dazzling white;
Through all my meditation and my prayer
Steals reminiscence of the Stream of Light,
And of the Rose unutterably fair;—
And O the three-orbed glory of The One,
The Love that moves the circling stars and sun!