Classic Poem

Now Heaven on Earth begins. The golden corn
Is bright to me as those angelic plumes
Whose lustre ravishes, and then consumes:
Now, many a great triumphant rose is born.
Along the meadows at the crimson morn
The sun flames, o'er the trembling gossamer:
My life is now at peace,—and all through her
By whom Love's seamless robe was rent and torn.

Now she is with me: heaven is in her smile
And all earth's blossomy beauty in her hands;
And all the roses of the rose-red lands
Upon her lips, and every birdlike wile
Within her speech: an angel-woman stands
Before me, snow-white,—free as flower from guile.