Classic Poem

All the days I've known with her,
Are laid away in lavender:

Not as other days, that go
Leaving nothing fair behind them;
She is hid in them, and so,
Fragrant still and sweet I find them:

Days than all days lovelier,
Laid away in lavender.

I had hoped, but hoped in vain,
Later springs might yet restore them;
Spring returns, and I again
Wait and watch and hunger for them:
Yet those days come not again,
Not again.

Who shall know how fair they were,
By their fading lavender?