Classic Poem

Spirit of Beauty,
Never shall you escape me.
Through glad or bitter days
Hearten and shape me.

Since first these eyes could see
Still have they sought you.
Since first my soul knew dream
My dreams have wrought you.

Since first my ears were unsealed
To the whitethroat's plaining,
Between the gusts of the wind
And the low sky's raining,

Your voice I hear
In the laughter of leaves, in the falling
Of waves on an empty shore
And a far bell calling.

When I clasp a warm, dear hand
I know you are holding me.
When I lean to the lips of my love
Your arms are enfolding me.

And when Night comes
And the faithless senses forsake me,
Out of my cold, last sleep
You, you shall awake me.