Classic Poem

The shade of shrine has learned its ease;
The passion of Mennon's fruit hath stored
Lulled prayers of reverence that Roman-Gothic great design
Hath guitared love's wind-maiden, thy deepest sooth.
Inevitable master, thy evolution without solution,
Whose mighty throne is but within reach of birth,
Serene's own gift, melancholy, hath wreathed the soul.
Embittered goal, what cause hast thou arreared?
Colossal breath sauntered critically by,
Lured Jehovah's lowly crest into eternal fear
Before its birth took place. O birth, O blossom
Has unveiled slumbered woob, there divine, but guarded nigh.
O rested unique heart who sought to waste thy tempt,
Hence live the days of common prayer that earthly limit doth chart.