Classic Poem

The world is an enchanted place,
My soul a fairy flower;
I look upon the heaven's face
Each shining hour.

Each passer is a morning star
Upon the brilliant way;
I know not what earth-longings are,
So bright the day.

My heart is hushed as with the spring,
I mourn no more or pine;
Beauty is lit in everything —
My love, my love is mine!