Classic Poem

It was but yesterday I went
Through woods where turmoil ceases;
A golden day was almost spent,
The dazzling robe of heaven was rent
Into a thousand pieces.
And musingly I walked along,
Humming a happy song.

And, after threading many a maze,
Just how there is no telling—
More in a dream than in a daze
I looked beyond—and lo, my gaze
Fell on her little dwelling.
A miracle—a sweet surprise—
Breathless, I raised my eyes.

And toward me from a surging sky,
There came the sound of singing;
It was my love—she wandered by
With half a smile and half a sigh,
And passed me, lightly swinging.
Then, wrapped in sunset, she became
Splendor and singing flame!