Classic Poem

You were my friend; I watch you go,
Slow climbing up the height;
I wander through the vale below,
But still I keep in sight
Your shining raiment; as a star
You gleam among the hills afar.

In days that into mist withdrew,
You walked and talked with me;
I all your happy visions knew,
All that you meant to be
In that " to-morrow, " which unrolled,
Before your eyes its blue and gold.

Somehow, somewhere, I know not when,
I missed you from my side;
You never will come back again,
I think if you had died,
The grave itself, though dark and drear,
Would not have been so distant, dear.

You were my friend; I watch you go,
Slow climbing up the height;
I wander through the vale below,
But still I keep in sight
Your shining raiment; as a star
You gleam among the hills afar.

In days that into mist withdrew,
You walked and talked with me;
I all your happy visions knew,
All that you meant to be
In that " to-morrow, " which unrolled,
Before your eyes its blue and gold.

Somehow, somewhere, I know not when,
I missed you from my side;
You never will come back again,
I think if you had died,
The grave itself, though dark and drear,
Would not have been so distant, dear.