Classic Poem

In the calm of the autumn night
I sit by the open window
For whole hours in perfect
Delightful quietness.
The light rain of leaves falls.
The sigh of the corruptible world
Echoes in my corruptible nature.
But it is a sweet sigh, it soars as a prayer.
My window opens up a world
Unknown. A source of ineffable,
Perfumed memories is offered me;
Wings beat at my window—
Refreshing autumnal spirits
Come unto me and encircle me
And they speak with me in their innocence.
I feel indistinct, far-reaching hopes
And in the venerable silence
Of creation, my ears hear melodies,
They hear crystalline, mystical
Music from the chorus of the stars.