Classic Poem

I CAME —I know not through how many a gate,
A long, long way; not early and not late,
When I arrived unto my Last Estate.

I found me stripped of all I had before,
The dross, the husks, that once I held as store—
My naked affluence needed these no more.

No eyes, when past the final gate I drew—
Yet had I sight, to pierce things through and through;
Nor ears—I needed not to hear: I knew!

I servants had before. Now, none did wait;
Fulfilled was all desire—on instant date …
Oh, naked affluence of my Last Estate!