Classic Poem

Over the ends of the world on wings of fire
Over the folded night
Flies the soul of my love to my soul's desire
Flies with the stars for light.
Lilies among her hair, and about her feet
Daffodils flash their fire:
From the ends of the world, where world ways meet
Nearing my soul's desire.
" Am I not near thee now,
I, thy love's soul?
Dost thou not hear me now,
Nearing my goal,
Thee, and thy soul's desire?
Are not my lips afire
Kindled for thee?
Will not thy soul aspire
For love of me?
From the calm world limit
I heard thee cry:
Where the seraphim sit
Hovered thy sigh.
Forth of the fair conclave
I flew to thee:
Give me the love I gave,
Give back to me. "
" Forth of the ends of the world on wings of fire
Forth of the Seraphim,
Lo thee, I give thee my soul for thy soul's desire
Over the world's far rim
Thou that art flame to the love of my soul's desire;
High over stars and sun
Reigns the salvation of love that can save by fire,
Till the last soul be won. "