Classic Poem

There are great silences in a great love,
And fools are they who vainly strive to reach
Those shining shores beyond the verge of speech,
Where none should fare — not even the white dove
That hides forever in true lovers' souls,
And blesses them with stillness. There are deeps
That none should desecrate; jealous, Love keeps
Sure watch when passion's ocean round her rolls.

These calms are Love's hid meaning; they contain
The covenant and gospel of Love's years,
The very Bread of beauty and the Wine.
O never dream to enter that dim fane,
Flooded with knowledge and Love's awful tears,
But bow before the hush that is divine.