Classic Poem

Now , for a moment, all is well:
The eye looks out on lovely things —
Midsummer's facile miracle
Of sky and field and bird-swift wings.

Hush, heart, deep fellow feeling all
The world-pain; haply this may be
A symbol of some good to fall,
Come homing-time, for me and thee.

The old illusion? Nature's art
To cozen us of Life's keen smart?
Nay, life is love; love lasts, O heart.