Classic Poem

One was a child's romance,
A girl's bewildering dream,
Woven of fire and dew
And moonlight's silver gleam;
Of the fragrance of the rose,
The glory of the stars,
The flash of sparkling waters,
The sunset's golden bars!
A thing of smiles and blushes,
Quick thrills and throbbing heart,
A strange, mysterious glamour
That bade the tear-drops start.

One was a woman's love,
Woven of many strands,
Richer than braided gold,
Stronger than iron bands;
A love that holier grew
Through all the changeful years,
That clasped close hands with joy,
Yet wavered not for tears.
A love that loved through all things,
Through sorrow, pain, and death —
Through all the bliss and all the bane
To which life answereth!