Classic Poem

I send thee greeting, O my sweet,
And wish thee joy upon this day,
If ever joy and thou can meet
While I am far away.

Ah no, I can no longer bear
This loneliness, this misery;
Nay, by thine own dear eyes I swear
I die away from thee.

Whether I climb Coressus' hill
Or in Diana's temple bow,
My cheeks are wet with tear-drops still,
The tears that ever flow.

To paradise I fly from hell,
To-morrow's dawn shall see me home:
Till then a thousand times " Farewell,
Farewell until I come."