Classic Poem

If heaven and earth were but an artist's dream,
Star-dust God-flung across an inky sky
On that vast picture whose dim borders lie
In infinite regions; should creative gleam
Of artist eye pass on, and so redeem
No more this inch of canvas you and I
Call universe — this earth whereon we die,
This heaven we fight towards 'gainst a murky stream;
Yet, Love, I'd care not; so I saw your face,
And heard your voice, and felt upon my lips
Your ruddy glowing kisses, crushed the bloom
And drank its fragrance, thus, one breathing space;
I'd cry: " We've loved! — then welcome, dark eclipse!
This moment's flame outweighs eternal gloom! "