Classic Poem

Yet this I ask, this simple thing, of thee.
Be always good and noble for my sake.—
Because thou hast the very power to break
The heart of man, and move it utterly,
Use thy divine sweet gift unselfishly:—
While I the cloud-swept lonely sea-path take
Let me look back to the furze-golden brake
Of morning, bright with butterfly and bee,
Remembering one, bright as the morning, there,
Who powerless yet with the sea-wind to cope
Still gathered from her singer heart of hope
Ever towards heights of nobleness to dare,
And, queen of all the flowers, was queen besides
Of her own spirit, and sovereign of its tides.