Classic Poem

Thou art gone far away, far away:
O, thou art gone far away,
And left me all alone!
Thou wert too good to dwell below;
With angels thou art gone,
To mix thy own pure thoughts with theirs,
And left me here alone.

Thou lookedst like a lily,
All in its prime cut down;
A smile was on thy death-cold face,
When I was left alone.

No form so fair and bonny,
Did Death e'er call his own;
And heaven smiled on its sweetest saint,
When I was left alone.

But thee I soon will follow,
Beneath the cold, gray stone;
Thou'st left me naught to covet here,
And I am all alone.
O, thou art gone away, far away:
O, thou art gone far away,
And left me here alone.