Classic Poem

When I think back upon those golden hours
We two indued with all the prophecies
Of sacred love, obedient to the powers
That shape our ends unto the sanctities;
And I remember visions which were ours
Alone to share, and the high faith in things
That opened up an archway through the flowers
Pulsating with innumerable wings —

I ask, O soul, darest thou now return
To the lesser deities? Canst forget
That ancient ardours still within thee burn
Continuous magic, like an amulet?
Or will thy final footsteps lightly turn
To some new doom upon the parapet?