POEM

It tells about the real meaning of a poem.

POEM

This thing so wonderful and high
Imperial against an imperial sky
Proud-browed and desolate
Firm-chinned and immaculate

His one is brave and incorruptible
Proud flame and imperishable
Towards whom all the stars gaze
To learn her incandescent grace

This lovely one is no ghost
Nor soul homeless or lost
No, this one excels only Christ
By whom only she is best apprized

She is not War, nor Death, nor Peace
But Love, footed upon a precipice