Classic Poem

What have I learned from thee, O mistress mine,
O gentle sage, what have I learned from thee?
That which the moon has taught the surging sea,
That which the god has taught the tender vine,
Who crushed and bruised her into purple wine,
And breathed her watery juices into fire:
The eye's delight became the heart's desire;
The heart's desire became a thing divine.

And there was nothing but had suffered change,
Greater and richer than it was before;
And all the world was something new and strange:
This, this was what I learned, and something more:
One task remained to learn, dear mortal friend,
That this can be, and then — that this must end.