Classic Poem

I weep for happy-sweet days
When your love was near me
Strong in its magical ways,
To hold and cheer me!

To my sad broken life,
Your love had given,
For endless, hopeless strife,
Peace of high Heaven.

I thought your charmed cure
Could have no ending,
And shall no spell endure
Of your dear befriending?

As a dead miser yearns
For earth-stored treasure,
So fiercely my soul burns
For old sweet pleasure

Chilled by the bitter power
Of sodden sinning,
I find no splendid hour
As at love's beginning.

Now that my faith is weak,
Fearful I meet you!
Like a shy stranger speak,
When joy should greet you

I deep in sorrow sing,
My passion proving,
" There is one beautiful thing,
Your tender loving. "

Weep! Weep! for happy-sweet days,
When your love was near me,
Come from your solitary ways,
To hold and cheer me.