Classic Poem

I am not young, I am not old,
For Time has fled before me;
All gates before my touch unfold,
Transparent skies are o'er me.

I gaze in maiden's eyes, and ken
Their never-uttered speech;
I look into the souls of men
Deeper than they can reach.

The sun each morn I link anew
Unto my kingly cars;
Each evening drive through realms of blue
My silver-harnessed stars.

My spirit speaks, and birds and bees
Obey my slightest will;
And silent things break out in speech,
And noisy things are still.

No noble thing escapes my love,
All maidens pure are mine,
And ever round me, from above,
The rays of beauty shine.