Classic Poem

No man regarded where God sat
Among the rapt seraphic brows,
And God's heart heavy grew thereat,
At man's long absence from His house.

Then from the iris-circled throne
A strange and secret word is said,
And straightway hath an angel flown,
On wings of feathered sunlight sped,
Through space to where the world shone red.

Reddest of all the stars of night
To the hoar watchers of the spheres,
But ashy cold to man's dim sight,
And filled with sins and woes and fears
And the waste weariness of years.

(No laughter rippled in the grass,
No light upon the jewelled sea;
The sky hung sullenly as brass,
And men went groping tortuously.)

But the stern wardeNof the Gate
Broke his dread sword upon his knees,
And opened wide the fields where wait
The loveless unremembered trees,
The sealed and silent mysteries.

And the scales fell from man's eyes,
And his heart woke again, as when
Adam found Eve in Paradise;
And joy was made complete... and then
God entered in and spoke with men.