Classic Poem

Now that you've told me — me who never asked —
Told me the peril, the memory, and the ache,
And in the telling unwittingly unmasked
What beauty and power within you are awake;
Now that, despite my house with bolt and chain,
At your wild knock, I opened, never knowing,
Until you filled my room, my heart, my brain,
And left me sleepless, sleepless, on your going;
Now that you've woven, however wide you travel,
Your black and gold through all I will or can,
In marvelous patterns I may not unravel,
Without destroying all that makes me man:
Doubly you dare not wantonly un-star
Again in dust the radiant soul you are.