Classic Poem

With thee I saw the portals open wide
That guard the mansions of the mighty dead;
Thy hand in mine, by sweet compulsion led,
With thee, dear friend, for comrade and for guide,
I dared the dread descent, and at thy side
Held converse high with those great souls that dwell
Forever on the fields of asphodel,
In glory death has doubly glorified.

Upon our ears unearthly music fell
From deathless lips, and filled our hearts, and fed
Our souls with strong ambrosial harmonies;
Dear friend, do you remember how we read
Immortal love in those immortal eyes,
And joy divine, and faith unchangeable?