Classic Poem

When all this trouble of life is past,
This prating of honor and fame and sin,
The cry of my passion will find you at last,
O love, and our life will begin.

When God has broken His colored globes
And crumbling ruin is wide and far,
Our love will flame through the wreck of things
And build us a lovelier star.

The pigmy shadows which stand and leer
And rob my soul of its strength to do;
The little duties which earth makes clear
To hold me far from you;

The abnegations, the fears, the dooms,
That immure your heart from my soul's great love;
These things will shrivel before God's eyes
And fade in the fire thereof.

Then through the tumult of shattering dreams,
The shriek and blur of the starry tides,
My love will lead you by quiet streams
Where our wild joy abides.

Our lips will recapture the first dear kiss,
And life's long fever which burned unquenched
Your eyes will blot from my heart forever —
A brand in the white dews drenched.