Classic Poem

SOMETIME , sometime,
The clouds of ignorance shall part asunder,
And we shall see the fair, blue sky of truth
Spangled with stars, and look with joy and wonder
Up to the happy dream-lands of our youth,
And thither climb.


Sometime, sometime,
The passion of the heart we keep dissembling
Shall free herself, and rise on silver wing,
And all ungathered chords of music, trembling
Deep in the soul, our lips shall learn to sing,
A strain sublime.


Sometime, sometime,
Love's broken links shall all be reunited,
But not upon the ashy forge of pain;
The full-blown roses dead, the sweet buds blighted
Shall bloom beside life's garden walks again,
In fairer clime.


Sometime, sometime,
The prophet's unsealed lips shall straight deliver
The message of eternal life uncursed;
Wind-swept, the poet's heaven-tuned soul shall quiver,
And from his trembling lyre at length shall burst
Immortal rhyme.