Classic Poem

" WHEN blooms are best, they 'gin to go!"
Our moralising gardener said;
Yes, it must indeed be so,
Thus nature's cycle must be read.

But if the longing of the heart
Is to be listened to at all,
'Tis merely sad from friends to part,
When the face turns against the wall.

The curtain falls this side the sun,
But we upon the farther side
Shall find another walk begun
With flowers as fair on fields as wide.

If this hath been so from of old,
What multitudes of souls wake there!
Their earth-like motives dead and cold,
With other names, if names they bear.

Thus we grope this side the sun;
Blind-folded children play just so:
Time is eternity begun,
" When blooms are best, they 'gin to go."