Classic Poem

Who shall blot our errand of disease?
Come, O slave of bearded ages, tell
Who needs thy memory's tales of Heaven sustained,
Decadent circles of past ordained.
Shall I apply to those of seeming just?
Hence, merely reviewed of futured chaos,
But seek in lowly symbol my outermost
Talent that rarely can be masterfold,
As one breath from the mountain view
Or the inner caves of the mammoth structure —
They rarefy my love's due and cease
To be sentiments; the chariot is noble
And unfelt, mind presence. Mind,
Nature firmly derives and lay to increase.