Classic Poem

Ah, ye brotherhood glens, wherein our path must wend
Within the circle of sheer intrigue hence; passing on must tend.
And man's comrade cheated fear; pleading taint upholds cheer.
Ah, ye masters, at half-rope's end, there chides an emblem
That once remembered days, one's diary, detail prose,
Hath stated well the passing scene where spirits roam
O'er meadow lane, quite clear, near pearly springs have been
In weeping at thy deep response which, sensuous,
Gave its title sooth; and O thy twain as motherhood
Whilst reverend faith thou dost allow so good,
Where shall I claim my peace as life?
Upon this universe thou inspired love and field,
And sent thy noble soul within mine to recease;
But now evil's faith doth not show, not at the knave.