Classic Poem

Once through a sacred mist of golden sleep
Your spirit like a pure sweet angel came,
And wrapped me in an ecstasy so deep,
That gone was every sorrow, every shame,
Swept far for every sorrow, every shame,
But now the long days widen out before me,
And perhaps no summer bearing one white rose
Will ever bend with fragrant plumage o'er me,
But alway shall I dwell 'mid rains and snows.
A decade of my life will ere long close:
Ten years and more have passed since I beheld
Thy sweet face—still its beauty round me glows,
And still the fire of passion, vast, unquelled,
Urges me on towards lands no mortal knows.