Classic Poem

More, more, had I the power, my soul would do. —
Am I content, — till all thy soul is bright
With God's own passionate unearthly light,
And on thy forehead all God's heaven of blue
Set like a jewel? Lo! I would renew
Thy soul, long-lost amid the pathless night, —
Be thine eternal champion in the fight, —
Bring thee from false ends towards love's purpose true.

O love, thou knowest me not! My love hath lightened
From end to end of heaven, and heaven hath brightened;
It is a tender gift: — it is a sword
To cut all chains and armlets that surround thee.
Astray thou wast, — but lo! thy love hath found thee.
Rise. Thou art free to meet thy rightful lord.