Classic Poem

If there be another world
Lovelier than this,
I hope that I'll know better
What to do with bliss,

For now I stand here dripping
Like an April tree,
With rivulets of beauty
Trickling off from me!

Now the full moon riding high
Drenches me with gold,
Heaps my greedy senses
With more than they can hold:

If my breath is taken
By this beauty, even—
How shall my naked spirit breast
The crystal floods of heaven?