Classic Poem

Another hill surmounted hand in hand
We pass towards other suns and other days:
Before us, glittering through the noon-tide haze,
Gleam the far portals of another land.
The summits whereon you and I must stand,
Snow-clad, enrapture how our upward gaze;
We quit the valleys and the rose-hung ways,
And follow out Love's uttermost command.

Ah sweet! when you and I alone succeed
With hearts that quiver and with feet that bleed
In reaching that strange mountain-summit there,
Shall we not smile — as round our close-linked hearts
The unsullied wind, straight from the sunrise, darts!
Shall we not laugh — amid that sinless air!