Classic Poem

Tell it, O wind, from morning till night,
Whisper it, warble it, sound its delight,
And you, O roses, beneath your blushes,
Breathe it soon to the listening thrushes,
And thrushes, be sure you carol it sweet,
Till the echoes, themselves, are fain to repeat!

Oh, wandering tide, with your silver fret,
Float it wherever your feet are set;
And you, O sea, with your thunder tone,
Pass it onward, from zone to zone,—
And to all the earth the secret tell,
That my lover, he loves me, he loves me well!

Bend down, O stars, in your shining courses,
Lend to my song your eternal forces,
Wherever you shine, o'er what worlds divine,
Proclaim that his love is mine, is mine,
That he loves me a-near, and he loves me apart,
Today, and forever, with all his heart!