Classic Poem

The days are sweet and long,—oh! sweet and long;
All day I sit and dream, or sing the song
That some one sang for me one summer day,
For me, to me, before he went his way.

The days are sweet and long,—oh! sweet and long;
And in the sun I sit, and sing my song:
Some day he will come back who went away,
And sing the song I sing from day to day.

The days are long, but sweet,—oh! long, but sweet;
Some day I'll hear the music of his feet
Who sang for me, and sang my heart away,
My happy heart,—before he went his way

Some day,—to-day, perhaps,—he'll come to me;
And then the days, so long, but sweet to me,
Will lose the burden of “So long, so long!”
And only keep the sweet of all the song.