Classic Poem

Speechless? How young thou art!
The voice of death has sought thee.
Perplexed are their faces;
His father is near his bed.
In deep traces
The world he has led
Seemed dead!

Discussion followed as I beheld;
Sorrows were but agleam in sorrows,
Communicating souls hushed,
The pain of truth that viewed
The sky, the earth, vainly renewed
The passing lad.

With sentiment, the spring in love
Hovered o'er this lad,
While the cool breeze swam
That cleansed the brows
To past sorrows,
The sun lost, blended between two little clouds.