Classic Poem

Ah, ye piercing years of light, below here I denote,
Though spirits wander to an abnormal height,
That ray hath beamed to show its
Pulsive fuse that beats the scattered stars,
That of blue flame depicts their quaint array
And opens, revealed bright! Their dense birth, far
From our fancy of dreams' depth, doth sway;
But wax-like orbs with its tinted hues
Have pleaded its finiteless peer
To fair deity's soulful goal,
That of ceaseless blossom hath untold passions,
Unique mystification. O evolving change,
Death nigh left thee wonder deep
But ne'er allows its feeling as before.