Classic Poem

Love is not dead
We have cherished it too long,
We have planted it too deep,
And we have watered well
The roots and branches spread
In earth and airy song.
Love has a word to keep,
A word to tell.

Yes, that is all.
I know behind the fume
Of this poor difference
Love waits, nor grieves too much,
Till the old voices call,
And sings upon the gloom
Too sure an eloquence
For death to touch.

Too long a date
Has love between us plied
For that long trodden path
To wear in weeds or rain,
Too long in love's debate
Have we been satisfied,
For jealousies of wrath
To blind the brain.