Classic Poem

I miss you in the morning, dear,
—When all the world is new;
I know the day can bring no joy
—Because it brings not you.
I miss the well-loved voice of you,
—Your tender smile for me,
The charm of you, the joy of your
—Unfailing sympathy.

The world is full of folks, it's true,
—But there was only one of you.

I miss you at the noontide, dear;
—The crowded city street
Seems but a desert now, I walk
—In solitude complete.
I miss your hand beside my own
—The light touch of your hand,
The quick gleam in the eyes of you
—So sure to understand.

The world is full of folks, it's true,
—But there was only one of you.

I miss you in the evening, dear,
—When daylight fades away;
I miss the sheltering arms of you
—To rest me from the day,
I try to think I see you yet
—There where the firelight gleams—
Weary at last, I sleep, and still
—I miss you in my dreams.

I miss you in the morning, dear,
—When all the world is new;
I know the day can bring no joy
—Because it brings not you.
I miss the well-loved voice of you,
—Your tender smile for me,
The charm of you, the joy of your
—Unfailing sympathy.

The world is full of folks, it's true,
—But there was only one of you.

I miss you at the noontide, dear;
—The crowded city street
Seems but a desert now, I walk
—In solitude complete.
I miss your hand beside my own
—The light touch of your hand,
The quick gleam in the eyes of you
—So sure to understand.

The world is full of folks, it's true,
—But there was only one of you.

I miss you in the evening, dear,
—When daylight fades away;
I miss the sheltering arms of you
—To rest me from the day,
I try to think I see you yet
—There where the firelight gleams—
Weary at last, I sleep, and still
—I miss you in my dreams.