Classic Poem

Thou shalt draw me: it shall be changed at last.
 I am the stronger now—I have to draw
 Thy soul by some magnetic simple law
Towards mine, till every idol is downcast.
 Then when thy spirit is wholly free from flaw,
Thou shalt draw me; my work will then be past:
Thou shalt allure by thine own yearning vast
 My spirit; and it shall follow, pale with awe.

My ecstasy shall then at last begin,—
 My cup of glorious pleasure shall be full,—
 As into silver waters soft and cool
That purge with many a lovely surge from sin
 I joyous then shall plunge; thy great desire
 Shall clothe me, as in measureless white fire.