Classic Poem

Last night I lived a mean and abject thing,
Content in bondage, glad and prison-bound,
With greedy fingers blindly groping round
For such brief comfort as the hour might bring.
To-day I am the North-wind on the wing,
And the wide roaring of the clamorous sea,
And the huge heaven's calm immensity,
And all the bloom and music of the Spring.

I lived and loved. Now, is it life or death
Here in this new vast world wherein I move?
Now, when the winds of heaven are my breath,
And the great sun the eye whereby I see?
I live not in myself; only in Thee.
Last night I loved. This morning I am Love.