Classic Poem

Immortal spirit of her who in me bred
A deathless love—if thou dost mortally live
Out of thine own heaven—some knowledge give
Of where thou art, that I may straight be fed
With sight of thee; and be thine eyes' light shed
On night's dark-scowling sky—and leave it there,
Like a blest star, to lead me through the air,
As those wise Easterns old to Bethlehem were led!—
Do this, if thou dost live; but if thy breath
Is breathed, guide my weak steps to thy young grave,
That I may mourn on it, and madly rave,
Till loathed life is lost in longed-for death!
Hear me—and some way answer me—Oh hover.
Living or dead, about thy dying lover!