Classic Poem

From realms of ether I came,
In realms of ether I dwelt,
Where souls like a circling flame
Round the throne of the Mystery melt.

But a darkness on me fell,
I stooped from my station high,
And the mortal, like a spell,
Estranged me from the sky.

The light of my shining intense
Grew dim in its vesture cold,
And my heart's heaven-seeking sense
Was dead as its girding mould.

I forgot my primal life
In the dream of my daily toil,
In the noise of my daily strife,
In the dust of the world's turmoil.

One day the scales dropped from my eyes,
I remembered my secret of birth;
I knew that I came from the skies,
And held no kinship with earth.

In this river of time and sense
I float my allotted span,
I return to the regions whence
I fell when I became man.

Ennobled and purified,
Freed from this prison of woe,
I wait for the rising tide,
I long for the shoreward flow.

With the failing of this faint breath
I shall be on the primal shore,
In the spiritual lands of Death,
In the Good for evermore.