Classic Poem

I HAVE planted a flower on the peak;
My soul has cast its star.
Star and peak! and dawn's a-streak!
And my tomb is where they are.

Though never a climber scale the height
Where my love exhales its fire,—
Though only the heavenly side of night
Shakes with my soul's desire,—

There, on the peak, a life's perfume!
There, cresting the dark, a star!
There, light that breaks upon a tomb!—
And fame is where they are.