Classic Poem

The same green hills, the same blue sea, —
Yet, love, thou art no more with me!

The same long reach of yellow sand, —
Where is the touch of thy soft hand?

The same wide open arch of sky, —
But, sweetheart, thou no more art nigh.

God love thee and God keep thee strong!
I breathe that pure prayer through my song.

I send my soul across the waste
To seek and find thy soul in haste.

Across the inland woods and glades
And through the leaf-laced chequered shades

My spirit passes seeking thee:
No more I tarry by the sea.

For where thou art, am I for ever:
Mere space and time divide us never.