Classic Poem

I WALKED the nomad road that, ribbon-thrown,
Climbed restless on in search of higher dawns;
I gathered dandelion treasures, strown
Bright, newly coined, on the lazy lawns.

Up, up I went, until I felt God's breath
Blow from my soul all earthly dust away;
I longed to spread Icarian wings of Death
And fly beyond the glorious gates of day.