Classic Poem

Psyche! whose fairness of the rain-swept brow
And delicate breast and smooth unquiet hair
So long have filled my dreams, — what wonder now
That I again come and again find fair
The curve and color of these vestments worn
In mortal semblance for a little while?
Out of the far isles of the past reborn
You still keep, as in marble, this dim smile —
And I, the recurrent mortal lover, follow
Your pale recurrent dream of youthful love,
And seek as seeks in April's track the swallow
To trail your secret footsteps as you move;
Even like the swallow little knowing why
Your look should light the earth and flush the sky.