Classic Poem

A golden arrow shot to earth
 With tidings from the sky;
Clear flashed the import of its gleam
 “Behold, Spring draweth nigh.”
A new light fills the universe,
 A swift wind rushes by,
Bearing this message far and wide
 “New life is drawing nigh.”
The pools have heard and leap for joy
 And dance with silver glee,
“Awake, awake to greet new life”
 They cry exultantly.
God opens a window in the sky:
 “My little cherubs, go,
Spread through the world and from your wings
 Let life and fragrance flow.”
“Whence comest thou, swifter than a shaft,
 Oh, Swallow blithe and free!
That heraldest from some high roof
 The world's festivity?”

II.

The clouds melt into purity
 And nimbly urge their flight,
The azure paths of heaven gleam
 With fresh-diffused light.
I look towards the sky and lo!
 The wall of clouds is rent;
I hold free converse with the clear
 And open firmament.
My heart shall be attuned to grasp
 Its deepest mystery;
The sky shall fill me with its wealth
 Of light and purity.
Upon my head, within my heart
 Shall flow that liquid blue,
And thrill me as ambrosial scent
 Or drops of quickening dew.
I hear the beat of silver wings,
 I feel swift sunbeams dart
Unchaining all the harmonies
 That slumber in my heart.
Flit through my frame, sweet elves of light,
 Awaken every string,
And with one burst of newborn song
 My inmost soul shall sing.