Classic Poem

I rose with my own human might
And cast myself headlong—great wave!
Upon thy bosom I was caught
Thy bosom rolled me to the rock
Unhurt without a single shock
Asleep or dead the people thought.

It was the Bell I heard just now—
Or the wild whooping of the wind—
They have all left me—hush!—I find,
That all things are at heart unkind
Or I could never meet with love
Save that of Thine white wingëd Dove
And Angels only love like Thou
Who wert an Angel then as now—
Hark! the twelve peals of the midnight Bell
Are tolling slowly knell for knell
Telling the hour I knew so well
By the strange tumult of my mind
And the old horror on my brow
While the nightwind hangs dead above.

Six hours will bring in the day
And sing the sun from the hearing sea
But Thou must listen quietly
My Love, and hear me patiently
For that will keep me from decay.
I would that I could faint away
And melt to music of the air
I often think of that, and pray
To be with Thee as Thou with me,
They say that it is Phantasy,
And that it cannot, cannot be,
But Thou Beloved will help me there.