Classic Poem

When the man was the maiden wooing,
And life was a troop of bright hours,
I smiled on and favored the suing,
And crowned them with garlands of flowers.
Again I bring roses and pansies,
Carnations and hyacinths, too,
Fair types of all delicate fancies,
To crown these now wedded anew.

White rosebuds and lilies the rarest,
Camellias, violets blue,
For these, among maidens the fairest,
Whose eyes are so tender and true.

May the world not for them lose its brightness,
As the years chase each other away,
Nor their hearts lose the innocent lightness,
That makes them so happy to-day.