Classic Poem

The rain is falling;
The wind is loud;
The morning is hiding
Behind a cloud;
The stars are scattered
By dawn of day;
But where is ray lover?
Afar — away!

The East is brighter;
The wind is still;
The sun is rising
Beyond the hill;
It cometh — it shineth;
The dawn is day;
And the step of my lover — ?
It comes this way.

Ah, the sky — it changeth,
The rain — the sun,
As the hope that we cherish
Is lost or won,
What care for the shadows,
If hearts be gay?
What use in the summer,
If friends decay?

The bloom of the seasons
Will come, will fly;
And the heavens will alter,
We know not why:
But the mind that we temper
Is our domain;
And the Truth of the Spirit
Should conquer pain.