Classic Poem

The maple's leaves were scarlet,
The golden rods were bright,
The birdies to the South land
Had winged their homeward flight.

The katydids were calling
Beneath the spreading yew,
In hollows near the forest's edge
The grapes were turning blue.

The sumac's crimson berries shone
By brook and dusty road,
Within our dooryards gorgeous blooms
Of tall chrysanth'mums glowed.

When hand in hand they vowed to walk
Life's pathway here together,
Through poverty or riches and
Through fair or stormy weather.

And share together all the pains
And pleasures that await them,
Through health or sickness love none else
'Till death should separate them.