Classic Poem

The shades are falling, the shades are falling,
Slowly, slowly on they creep —
The voice is calling, the voice is calling,
Calling, calling over the deep:

" Far removed, far removed,
Not by land and not by sea:
Further far, O my beloved,
Here I watch and wait for thee.

" There in the clash, in the dust, in the shouting,
When the battle roars and the hosts are met —
Art thou fearing, art thou doubting?
Nay, for thou canst not forget.

" Far removed, far removed,
Here in peace and silence deep:
Here I wait thee, my beloved,
Here for thee my vigil keep."