Classic Poem

He dreamed the doors of heaven were open wide,
The Queen of Heaven beckoned from her throne,
And smiled to him, and hailed him as her own,
And for a moment set him at her side;
And, after, when he gazed upon his bride,
To learn each tender tone and line by heart,
Commingling Love and Beauty in his art,
Each feature shone upon him glorified.

And as he painted, with a glad surmise
He saw to every tone and every line
An impulse new, a subtle meaning given,
Immortal ecstasy in mortal eyes,
In human features joy and peace divine,
And love, with which the angels love in heaven.