Classic Poem

On a day, and on a day,
When my love was far away,
Down I sat and spake to him
Words whereat my eyes grew dim;
Words whereby my cheeks became
Suddenly a burning flame;
Words wherewith my hands grew cold
As the touch of churchyard mould.
Had my love been by me then
He had answered back again.
Now my love shall never know
All I told him long ago!