Classic Poem

Somewhere far in the years behind
A true heart loved me well:
But Fate was fickle, and I was blind—
It's nothing new to tell
I acted madly we had to part
The dear spring daisies came;
But I had broken a loving heart
And they never seemed the same.

Ah! darling love of the days gone by,
The daisies were lovely then:
They smiled up each to the summer sky;
They never will smile so again.
For I broke the hearts of the loving flowers
When I broke that heart so brave:
They never will smile as in olden hours,
Unless they smile on my grave.

For not upon earth shall I know sweet rest,
The rest that I might have attained:
Each day, when the red sun sinks in the West,
It is one more victory gained!
For my hope lies far beyond the sun,
In the heaven that is to be
When the sorrow of life at last is done
And my darling comes to me.