Classic Poem

( K. O. )

" Not all unhappy, " said one wise of heart,
" Who in his spendthrift season learned an art. "
What, then, doth not the Future keep for you
Whose ardent days give mastery of two?

Into your open window by the sea
What wonder Music came, and Poetry —
Rhythm from island winds and breakers' might;
Grace from the sea grass and the swallows' flight;

Calm from the summer stars, that seem as near
As Heaven itself is on a Christmas clear;
Joy, Love, and Hope! May these about you throng
And fill the measure of each two-fold song.