Classic Poem

" Not in that way! " but in the holier sense
Of all high, sacred, and eternal things.
Such love, such passion, thy fair spirit brings;
It granteth every pleasure most intense,
And every crown, — but not the crowns of kings.
It reigneth with me underneath the stars:
Its lovely grace no selfish yearning mars:
It spreadeth in the sunbeams snow-white wings.

Beyond all love of purest earth is ours;
Beyond the yearning of the rose-red flowers;
Beyond desires of days and hopes that fall:
Beyond time's victories — yea, beyond them all!
Beyond the future: yea, beyond the tomb
Begins our passionate love-flower's fullest bloom.