Classic Poem

When He who built this magic wizardry
Of sky and earth and sea and human heart,
And planning brain and all that holdeth part
In fleeting joy and quick mortality,
From azure peak to purpled rim of sea,
Shall come again, and by His wizard art.
Dissolve the pearl, and bid the guest depart
From this high house of being's majesty:—

May He not come as summons shrill at morn,
Or sudden tempest shaking life's frail tower,
Or angry black when storms and tempests lower;
But soft at even ere the stars be born,
And love lets down her gradual veils of sleep,
So my soul pass from splendid deep to deep.