Classic Poem

And now I leave these thoughts — e'en Nature too
I leave, for thou art Nature, and her whole
Delight in thine immeasurable soul
Blossoms; thou art to me the pearly dew
Of morn, and whiter than the rose in hue, —
Thou hast the notes of birds upon thy tongue:
Through thee the immortal cadences have rung:
Thou art the darkling eve; the midday blue.

I leave all things for thee — the summer air;
For thou art sweeter, and thy mouth more fair.
I quit the sacred rapture of the night;
Thine eyes: thou keepest all created things
Safe with the safe shield of thy snowy wings.