Classic Poem

To lose a lodging, yet to find the sky
House me more closely than all else I knew,
This did your going for me, friend; for you
Were all my loss, and yet the gainer I.
You forced me to the stars; this being so,
I have you, them, and also the high sun.
Your dreams for me, I dream them every one,
To prove me worth you, and the road I go.
Your nearness baffled me; I went amiss.
A rose across the thin width of a lane,
Is better known than one within the hand;
You see five petals, each sweet that or this.
The distance now between us makes you plain,
And your whole loveliness I understand.