Classic Poem

A great steam-station full of folk,
A crowd that swayed and seethed and broke.
God set me on his burning throne
Seraphs and saints were all my own.

And I saw all things with his Eye.
And as the maids and men went by,
It seemed ten million heavens went past
Each one of them the best and last.

For my one heart was charmed and torn
With loves of all the lovers born.