Classic Poem

When cast with thee I cleft this curving flood,
It was a day so blest, it sure took rise,
Not from our later suns, but owned the blood
Of orbs benign that set in Paradise.
The sky, like love, whose dream of perfect worth
Clothes the beloved, and what it glorifies
Deems glorious, wrapt the world below in light.
We paused, and cried, “How beautiful is Earth!”
I float alone beneath the stars to-night,
Nor see the verdure of the banks or trees,
Nor the lost face that turns no more to these,
And thence to me, making the bright more bright.
My only radiance from on high is given;
I gaze and sigh, “How beautiful is Heaven!”