Classic Poem

If you had lived, I would have come one day,
Perchance through many a rough and thorny way,
Come, just my head upon your breast to lay,
To look into your eyes;—with earnest brow
I would have said:—
“I wronged you once, that day, now so long past,
You looked for strength that should stand firm and fast,
I gave you weakness; but am come at last
With somewhat better;”—but, alas! not now,
Since you are dead.