Classic Poem

I fancy somewhere waits for every one
A bride, a bridegroom, far in future years:
The way thereunto sodden deep with tears
It may be, or parched fiery dry with sun
Of lonely misery; but when 'tis done,
With gladness each shall garland memory's biers,
And make away with faces of old fears,
And hail the advent of new life begun.

And such a spot is waiting on the road
Of each of us,—a place where three paths meet,
Two sad ones into this that shall be sweet
Converging: towards which our foreboding showed
That ever since we can remember flowed
The expectant eager current of our feet.