Classic Poem

I FELT the warm glow of your sun-kissed hills
Sweep o'er my spirit like the breath of Spring,
And all the old perfume of chivalry
Breathed from your castles, sky-flung on their crags,
Romance and glamour of the olden days
Came back to me. Once more the knights rode by
To watch the snowy arms of maidens wave
From towered, mirror-moated Camelot.
Are you a mortal? In the sky's own blue
You dipped your brush to paint those azure depths,
And from the sunset's crucible you dared
To steal your stately argosies of clouds.
Now all the mortal scales fall from my eyes
And, with my spirit's sight, I seem to see
An angel, with strange introspective gaze,
Who stands and paints the vales of Paradise.