Classic Poem

Lo, where the bird at rest
Twitters in careless ease upon her nest!
Throughout all storm wherewith the loud tree swings
Broods in the skyflier's breast the pride of wings.

Though soft leaves interlace,
Making a hiding-place,
The sheltered life within does not forget
How strong she is, how free, by Nature's right;
Though nest and foliage fall, her refuge yet
Remains, the boundless heaven's unpillared height!

So with the bridegroom in my soul to-day,
Rejoicing, free, a lover's mask I play.
But well the Spirit of Love within me knows
She'll spread her wings, when all this sport shall close,
On the boundless void, soaring above all wrack,
Vanishing on the Eternal's trackless track.