Classic Poem

Though thou hast spread thy soul's bright wings afar
On the blue billows of the ether sea
Soaring through deeps of space elate and free;
Though thou hast seen the silvery evening star
Peer from the west through some wide-rifted bar
Of moon-fleeced vapour; though thy heart should be
Thrilled with the breathing of wild harmony
As when the wind sweeps through a deodar;

Thou canst not know nor can the angels tell,
Though hosts of light go forth to shout his laud
To mystic tones of dulcet harp and bell,
One note of all the loveliness of God;
Not though ten thousand thousand seraphs sing
The song of Love's eternal triumphing.