Classic Poem

Back, Gertrude, back to thee my spirit doth come.
 After long weary days of common things,
 Again thy fair abode on gladdened wings
I seek: my restful and eternal home.
 Again our passion suns itself and sings
Beneath the blue of heaven's loftiest dome;
I must return, however far I roam,
 For all thy mystic power about me clings.

Weary with labour, and misunderstood
 Of all I meet, sweet lady, unto thee
I come: divinely sweet, divinely good
 Thou art. Oh, bear my burden, set me free
From all the dreary daily common round:
Touch me with flower-sweet lips—lo! I am crowned.