Classic Poem

There are some words in every tongue
That come betimes and linger long:
In every land those words men hear
When Youth with rosebud crown draws near;
Men hear those words when life's full stream
Is rushing to disturb their dream;
When slowly swings life's vesper bell
Between its throbs they hear it well,
Fainter the sound, but stil the same,
Recalling one beloved name;
And graven on ice that name they find
When Age hath struck them almost blind.