Classic Poem

You ask me where I get these thoughts,
These dreams melodious, mystical,
I read them in God's book of lore,
Wide open, splendid, by my door.

Its pages are the magic sky,
The wonder of the iron earth,
And all those dreams that time let fly
Since being's earliest birth.

I read them in those curious runes,
Those tragedies of love and strife,
That chart of memory-haunted dunes,
That demon angel-book that man calls life.