Classic Poem

Though relieved, he gazes far out upon
Landscape's view and is unmoved;
But the self's shrouded painless lull
Awakens, as the purple wanders within
The orb's hold and suspects astonishing
Brilliancy that nature ne'er preserves.
Still unperceived remains its mood.
Perhaps it is the rest and peace, as the
Heavenly hues fade, when the sun shines
And gives forth its lustre instead of rain…
Or the great halt of memory's claim
Doth repeat, when patience' lure requests,
The unripe sustain, which mind hath curled
On my way: the air of fields and rivers abiding stirred.