Classic Poem

When all our grief is passed and done
I know a seaward town
With coral where its roadways run
And fir trees for its crown,
Where sleepy snowy houses hide
And boats rock up and down.

The wind shall call above the mast,
With sailors singing slow,
And all return we thought had passed
With childhood long ago —
Our hearts shall lift as waves shall lift,
And singing sea winds blow.

Lost birds shall wing in gold and blue,
Above an old lake-glass,
And old lost friends that once we knew
Will smile as we shall pass
And say, " God keep them happy still,
The lover and his lass! "