Classic Poem

Thy life has not been wasted. Thou hast taught
Truths beyond thought,
Sweet sacred truths beyond my dream, to me.
Truths not one other woman could have told
Thy lips unfold.
Blind was I. Thou hast taught my soul to see.
For this I owe
Thanks infinite. For this I love thee so,
That thou hast shown me woman's heart indeed,—
So fair and sweet,
So far beyond a poet's dreams of it,
So far above man's common thoughtless creed.

Ah! never think thy life is wasted, dear.
It blossoms here;
'Twill blossom tenfold when thy work is done,
And when beyond these earthly scenes we go
To grasp and know
Joys that on earth can only half be won.
God surely sent
Thy soul to teach love's stormless deep content
To me, thou haven of a poet's soul!
For this great end,
Love, sweetheart, lady, truest dearest friend,
He gave my spirit into thy control.