Classic Poem

Between two hearts a pathway led,
Oft trod in joyous days;
And, many a time, they each one said,
“So shall it be always!”

The morning hours went singing by,
And eve, with sunset's gold;
While every joy or hope or sigh
Each to the other told.

So near, that snatches of a song
Each from the other heard,
And subtle thoughts the whole day long
Passed swiftly without word.

So smooth the pathway grew at last
That one would swear the day
Could never come when no more passed
Such loving feet that way.

A whisper of suspicion blew,
One day, none knew from where;
And each one close the casement drew:
A chill was in the air.

And now the path with weeds is grown,
The singing birds are fled:
In each house sitteth one alone;
The happy past is dead.