Classic Poem

Last night you took me to your heart for keep,
And never was I so well comforted
As when, in your absolving eyes I read
Love as of old, love tender and love deep.
Wide had I sown and wider sought to reap;
Down worldly highways rioted and bled,
Not knowing how my blundering soul was led,—
Nor whither, nor upon what shuddering steep!

Now once more I am gathered to your arms,
Far from the dangers, safe from new assails;
Yet in my ears the call to perilous trails
Will not die out. The world with its alarms
Is still imperious: and I must go
Though love and you, importunate, cry “No!”