Classic Poem

As when from dreams awaking,
The dim forms float away
Whose visioned smiles were making
Our darkness bright as day;
We vainly strive, while weeping,
From their shining spirit track
(Where they fled while we were sleeping)
To call those dear ones back!

Like the stars, some power divides them
From a world of want and pain;
They are there, but daylight hides them,
And we look for them in vain.
For a while we dwell with sadness
On the beauty of that dream,
Then turn, and hail with gladness
The light of morning's beam.

So when memory's power is wringing
Our lonely hearts to tears,
Dim forms around us bringing
That brightened former years,
Fond looks and low words spoken
Which those dreamy days could boast
Rise; till the spell be broken
We forget that they are lost!

But when the hour of darkness rolls
Like heavy night away,
And peace is stealing o'er our souls
Like the dawn of summer day,
The dim sweet forms that used to bless
Seem stealing from us too;
We loved them — but joy's sunniness
Hath hid them from our view!

Oh could day beam eternally,
And memory's power cease,
This world a world of light would be,
Our hearts were worlds of peace;
But dreams of joy return with night
And dwell upon the past —
And every grief that clouds our light
Reminds us of the last!