Classic Poem

I BRING you all my olden days,
— My childhood's morning glow;
I love you down the meadow ways
— Where early blossoms blow:
And up deep lanes of long-gone-by,
— Shining with dew-drops yet, —
I wander still, till you and I
— Over the world are met.

I bring you all my lonely days,
— My heart that hungered so;
I love you through the wistful haze
— Of autumns burning low;
And on pale seas, beneath wan sky,
— By weary tides beset,
I voyage still, till you and I
— Over the world are met.

I bring you all my happy days, —
— Armfuls of flowers — oh,
I love you as the sunlight stays
— On mountains heaped with snow:
And where the dearest dream-buds lie,
— With tears and dew-drops wet,
I toss to-day; for you and I
— Over the world are met!