Classic Poem

She gazes across at the Palisades,
With a dull and lustreless eye;
And hope within her flickers and fades,
And she draws a minor sigh.

Yearnful her gaze, and deep and fond,
As she looks across the hills,
And she seems to long for a land beyond
And the splash of daffodils.

She lifts her eyes to the great above,
And watches the misty gray;
And I think her heart is abrim with love
Of a dead and happier day.

Of a day when she roamed on the Open Road,
When the boundless plain was hers,
When the prairie sweep was her abode
And her carpet the grass and furze.

" Oh, why do you gaze, my dear, my dear,
And muse on the misty sky? "
" I'm afraid that it isn't going to clear,
And we won't get the washing dry. "

She gazes across at the Palisades,
With a dull and lustreless eye;
And hope within her flickers and fades,
And she draws a minor sigh.

Yearnful her gaze, and deep and fond,
As she looks across the hills,
And she seems to long for a land beyond
And the splash of daffodils.

She lifts her eyes to the great above,
And watches the misty gray;
And I think her heart is abrim with love
Of a dead and happier day.

Of a day when she roamed on the Open Road,
When the boundless plain was hers,
When the prairie sweep was her abode
And her carpet the grass and furze.

" Oh, why do you gaze, my dear, my dear,
And muse on the misty sky? "
" I'm afraid that it isn't going to clear,
And we won't get the washing dry. "