Classic Poem

Whom can we delay from mortality?
Yet its phase changes, revolves anew!—
Rebounding, remingling through
Blemishing fate, conceived to fare
The previous state, undaunted!
Which turns have unveiled before,
O changing charm of earthly lyre?—
First from Heaven, then to sphere, about …
The glow of night and day and realms of space
Revealed afar the orient soul of
Unknown skies. The anvil's heat
Consumes the yoke through deep mists
Of clouded God-fearing emerging smoke
That suspense hovers from dim-rayed, glistening dust.