Classic Poem

O men call this the shortest day
The rolling year has seen;
But, darling, with thee far away,
To me, alone, it's been
The longest day
That ever lay
Upon my heart and brain.
So long and drear;
Thou wast not here;
O come to me again!

But backward in the golden June,
When the long days are clearest,
Came one which faded all too soon
From thee and me, my dearest.
Ah hours so sweet
Are always fleet
To sink into the night;
On that fair day
We two did stray
Into Love's land of light!