Classic Poem

My brain is weary with the whirling day!
Snatch me away!
Away from cold, sane living, quiet breath!

I have not seen the proof of human laws:
Only the warm vast Cause
Shall lead me to your arms, your lips, your breast!
Teach me to wrest
The sweetness out of living unto death!

I only know I draw a fevered breath,
I only know my eyes are fagged and dim—
Fill up my soul with beauty to the brim!

I am so weary, and your mouth is red—
Pillow my head!