Classic Poem

I used to send you gifts, my dear,
And your gifts came to me.
On Christmas Day what light and cheer
Within our homes would be.

But now, if I should speak your name,
No answer would come back,
Although your memory, like a flame,
Lights all my earthly-track.

You fled so fast, you fled so far,
Your path I fail to trace;
But oft I wonder where you are,
In old, star-lighted space.

O take my love, immortal friend,
My Christmas gift to thee,
And out of glory, somehow, send
Your own dear love to me.

I used to send you gifts, my dear,
And your gifts came to me.
On Christmas Day what light and cheer
Within our homes would be.

But now, if I should speak your name,
No answer would come back,
Although your memory, like a flame,
Lights all my earthly-track.

You fled so fast, you fled so far,
Your path I fail to trace;
But oft I wonder where you are,
In old, star-lighted space.

O take my love, immortal friend,
My Christmas gift to thee,
And out of glory, somehow, send
Your own dear love to me.