Classic Poem

Thou goest; to what distant place
—Wilt thou thy sunlight carry?
I stay with cold and clouded face:
—How long am I to tarry?
Where'er thou goest, morn will be;
Thou leavest night and gloom to me.

The night and gloom I can but take;
—I do not grudge thy splendor:
Bid souls of eager men awake;
—Be kind and bright and tender.
Give day to other worlds; for me
It must suffice to dream of thee.