Classic Poem

1

True love lives in absence,
Like angels we meet her
Dear as dreams of our childhood
Aye, dearer and sweeter.

2

The words we remember
By absence unbroken
Are sweeter and dearer
Than when they were spoken.

3

There's a charm in the eye
There's a smile on the face
Time, distance, or trouble
Can never deface.

4

The pleasures of childhood
Were angels above
And the hopes of my manhood
All centred in love.

5

The scenes where we met
Aye the joys of our childhood
There's nothing so sweet
As those fields of the wild-wood.

6

Where we met in the morning
The noon and the gloaming
And stayed till the moon
High in heaven was roaming.

7

Friends meet and are happy,
So are hopes fixed above;
But there's nothing so dear
As first meetings of love.