Classic Poem

Richer tints the western sky
Shows at sunset, darling mine,
Which all artist's paints defy:
Gorgeous, splendid, e'en divine,
When you are with me.

And when the lowliest flower
In Spring its leaves unfold,
(Be its home on hill or moor)
Sweeter fragrance seems to hold,
When you are with me.

Where flows yon winding stream
Among the alders green,
More lovely does its waters seem,
More calm and more serene,
When you are with me.

In grove and meadow sing the birds
More sweetly and more gayly,
When I'm listening to your hopeful words
Of our futurity,
When you are with me.