Classic Poem

If you were here, or I were there,
Then would I find the season fair.
How blissfully the day would rise!
How blue would be the summer skies!
And all the world a smile would wear.

What pleasant things we two would share!
By what green paths we two would fare!
How sweet would be each day's surprise
If you were here!

But now my joy is otherwhere;
Each day's a burden that I bear;
And Pleasure mocks at me and flies,
And Pain stands by my side and sighs;
And yet I know skies would be fair
If you were here.