Classic Poem

This is the day I held you to my breast
For the first time, and looked into the eyes
So soon to welcome with a gay surprise
The joy of life and all its ardent zest.
For, ere its severed span was rent, the best,
The most desired and achieved prize,
The heart's high love that only true love buys,
Had crowned your youth with its divine behest.
I try to sate my longing with the thought
That you have known the beauty and the joy
Of Life and Love, without their bitter pain;
But as the miracle of Spring is wrought;
And its new birth doth Winter's death destroy,
My heart cries out for you to come again!