Classic Poem

Wise, O Man, thou only shalt become
When thou winn'st unto the evening coolness
Of the topmost height, the Earth o'erlooking.
Turn thee at the ending of the way,
Rest an hour, O king, and look behind thee!
All is clear there, all is reconciled,
And the realm of youth once more is gleaming,
Strewn as erst with light and morning dew.