Classic Poem

To make the great escape — to issue hence —
To live no more, nor dream among the Dead,
Nor be with endless change discomforted —
Think not you need all Time's experience
To ponder on some granite eminence.
Enough in any life to find this thread,
And loosely by its blended strands be led:
Unmeasur'd Love and sheer Indifference.

Beloved! would you have me wait for you —
Your fellow-pilgrim on the formless Way —
And waiting seek some form of words to say —
Some novel phrase to make old precepts new
And draw you swiftly nearer to me? Nay,
Mere words have worth no more — you have the Clue!