Classic Poem

Not fixed is worship as I thought
When first your pride I faced,
But by some wonder heaven-wrought
May be at once displaced.

The heart to one ideal tied
May be released one day;
One day the Messenger, espied
Above Pieria,

Shall stoop; and, as he skims and dips —
Each sandal's golden fin
Fanning the violet water tips
To rainbows as they spin —

Come with the order from above;
And, like Odysseus, free,
I for an human-hearted love
Again shall risk the sea!