Classic Poem

The golden ray that glittered on the page
Is quenched and vanished even as I write,
YeThe, the great celestial fount of light,
Shines on, as he has shone from age to age;
O heart, and must you fret with idle rage
Against the law which gave all power and might
To Love; which made him great, and in despite
Condemned his greatness to so mean a stage?

Death's fools, we needs must run a trivial course,
And, Fortune's puppets, play a petty part,
Till once from Love's supreme eternal source
Love like a sunbeam falls upon the heart,
Oh then a glimpse of heaven itself we see;
We live in Time, love in Eternity.