Classic Poem

The sunset floods these ways with flames,
A glister fills the air,
And sudden pomp of mystic names
Shines burnish'd everywhere:
Far out of sight a lark proclaims
That what we seek is there.

The sward contracts beneath our feet,
And softly whispers: “Here!”
Those dingles, full of dim retreat,
Murmur: “Conceal'd, but near!”
The further vistas all repeat:
“This way it shall be clear!”

A shoal stream lispers: “Forward still!
You cannot seek in vain;
Beyond the hollow and the hill
I hear and hear again!”
The flood cries: “That resistless will
Draws all my springs amain!”

The ocean, hurtling far away
Beyond the bay and bar,
Alone moans ever night and day;
“For ever far and far!”
And yet beyond the spume and spray
Hope brightens in the star.