Classic Poem

Flame at the core of the world,
—And flame in the red rose-tree;
The one is the fire of the ancient spheres,
—The other is Junes to be;
And, oh, there's a flame that is both their flames
—Here at the heart of me!

As strong as the fires of stars,
—As the prophet rose-tree true,
The fire of my life is tender and wild,
—Its beauty is old and new;
For out of the infinite past it came
—With the love in the eyes of you!