Classic Poem

Pain's fiery lesson was to teach us this:
To teach the perfect truth to either soul, —
That now, beside us as the swift months roll,
Nought may disturb, no frailty mar, our bliss.
Beneath the stars again our spirits kiss:
Again the smarting puzzled hearts are whole:
Again with gladdened lips Love's crystal bowl
We touch; — and know how great a thing Love is.

Heart of my heart, soul of my soul indeed,
Wast thou in sorrow, and did I not bleed?
Mind of my mind, were issues vast at stake,
Bewildering thee, — and did not my mind ache?
Spirit that crownest mine beyond all loss,
Out of one tree God hewed for each a cross.