Classic Poem

If I could but see the white cap,
And the earnest mourner worn to leanness! —
My toiled heart is worn with grief!

If I could but see the white dress! —
My heart is wounded with sadness!
I should be inclined to go and live with the wearer!

If I could but see the white knee-covers! —
Sorrow is knotted in my heart!
I should almost feel as of one soul with the wearer!