Classic Poem

For a little while,
A heartsick season,
Blind fate's unreason
Withheld thy face,—
For a sunless space
Thy voice, thy smile.

But now on the hills
There is health and laughter.
No more hereafter
The voiceless pain.
There's mirth in the rain,
There's May in the rills.

Now earth's far corners
No more withhold thee;
No more enfold thee
The fetters of change;
And thou art stranger
To the tears of mourners.

For me and thee
No more—no longer—
The hopeless hunger,
The hearts of fire;—
The unquenched desire
No more for me!

For now the gleam
Of the dew thy glance is.
My heart's deep trance is
Forever on thee.
Yea, I have won thee
From death and dream!