Classic Poem

If 'tis love to wish you near,
To tremble when the wind I hear,
Because at sea you floating rove:
If of you to dream at night,
To languish when you're out of sight,
If this be loving — then I love.

II:

If, when you're gone, to count each hour,
To ask of every tender power
That you may kind and faithful prove;
If, void of falshood and deceit,
I feel a pleasure now we meet,
If this be loving — then I love.

III.

To wish your fortune to partake,
Determin'd never to forsake,
Though low in poverty we strove;
If, so that me your wife you'd call,
I offer you my little all;
If this be loving — then I love.