Classic Poem

You have returned. You have returned, my joy:
you have returned as polar morning comes
after a whole night winter. Throb the drums,
— yes, beat my blood to greet my darling boy.
My heart with wild delight shall now employ
both tongue and pen to reckon up the sums
of all my gladness. Pleasure almost numbs
my reason. I am shaken like a toy.
Like sunlight after storm, like flowers from ice,
yes, like a torch lit in oblivion
you have returned, and heaven bursts above.
No music mad enough can half suffice.
My heart shall paean like a clarion.
I am the bugle for the mouth of love.