Classic Poem

Deep, deep, under the sea,
Pearls throw their soft lights uselessly:
Hear the wave wander,
Hither and yonder:
Deep, deep, under the sea.

High, high, thro' the bright spheres,
Music there is no mortal hears:
Love's divine chorus,
Passes dead o'er us:
High, high, thro' the bright spheres.

Dark, dark, here in my breast
Treasures and harpstrings idly rest:
All my life lingers
Dumb for thy fingers:
Dark, dark, here in my breast.