Classic Poem

I.

Oft o'er the dark and gloomy sea
I've silent watch'd, from waves afar,
Rising in cloudless majesty,
The morning's bright and glorious star,
And then, sweet love, I thought on thee —
For, ere my youthful dream was gone,
Thou wert the beam that often on
My life's dark waves has shone upon; —
Thou wert morn's star of Hope to me.

II.

Oft have I seen the pale moon flee
From clouds that half obscur'd her light,
And sink so slow and languidly
Into the arms of Ethiop night,
And then, sweet love, I thought on thee.
When to this bosom fondly prest,
So oft in storms your place of rest,
In anguish drooping o'er my breast,
You breath'd your last farewell to me.