Classic Poem

You opened wide the windows of my soul.
And beauty entered like a sainted guest
All clad in choric splendour, with her breast
Speared in transcendent flame from some far goal.
Before me vistas of fair climes unroll,
Glory unknown, and calm, inviolate,
Pure winged joy, too sweet to contemplate,
And loveliness breathed from an unseen shoal.

Freed of all mortal chains, I walk alone
Like some pale dawn-star in the embered west,
By all the winds of heavenly harmony blown;
— For in that hour, above all others blest,
You brought me, as the voice of God that nears,
The commiserating ecstasy of tears.