Classic Poem

Dancing down the dewy glades,
Robin leads his fairy maids,
All the roaring street along,
Dreaming in the noisy throng,
Her spirit hears the fairy song,
Hears the beat
Of fairy feet,
And dances to the fairy song.

All alone upon the height,
Burning in the awful light,
Eye to eye and soul to soul,
He takes the scroll.
Seek again the busy vale,
Sing the song and tell the tale;
A stranger in a stranger land,
Who will hear and understand?
" Sister, sister, is it you?"
" I learned; you knew."

See! the awful king of kings,
Swinging slow, remorseless wings;
Weeping eyes and faces pale,
What can tears avail?
See before the gate he stands:
She stretches out her hands.
" Sister, sister, come to me,
Sister, sister, I am he —
I, the brother, I, the friend,
World without end."