Classic Poem

Dearest, we are heart to heart
And can hear the mingled beat
Surely, dear, when hearts thus meet
They no longer dwell apart.

Listen to the rhythmic tune.
There! those rapid notes were true.
What! I start away anew,
And thy beat comes in too soon?

Thou wouldst have the perfect time?
Dearest, here it cannot be.
Let my heart beat unto thee
As it must. Those throbs that chime
With thine own, are they but few?—
Dear, my heart is lonely too.