Classic Poem

The morning was so bright to see,
I thought thaThe would come,
Though he is far away from me
While I bide on at home.

The morning was so wide, so blue;
The tide ran in to greet: —
It could not be, I knew, I knew,
But O, the wind was sweet!

There was a ripple on the pond;
The road had one refrain;
And something called me, just beyond
The turn of every lane.

The trees were trying not to sing;
They beckoned on and on:
The day went by with promising,
And now the day is gone.

The after-glow, it fades away
With my own Star above; —
And all the day, and all the day,
I looked for my true love.