Around the year with Ella Wheeler Wilcox.

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Life has strung through the pearls of happy years
A thought which borders all my joy with tears.
Some day, some day, or you or I, alone,
Must look upon the scenes we two have known,
Must tread the self-same paths we two have trod,
And cry in vain to one, who is with God,
To lean down from the Silent Realms and say:
"I love you," in the old familiar way.
                                                         That Day.