Classic Poem

Tell me, O ye happy lovers,
Tell me where is my Beloved!
Tell me where her eyes are shining,
Tell me where her voice is ringing.

I will make of her a poem,
I will pour my soul in praises.
Call her Fairest, Dearest, Sweetest—
Tell me where is my Beloved!

Letters three will I indite her—
One I'll throw into the ocean;
On the billows let it travel
Till it swims into her hand;

And the second will be carried
On the pinions of the tempest—
Let my letter fly upon them
Till it flies into her hand;

And the third one, let it travel
With the homing clouds of heaven,
And perchance some cloud will cast it
On my dear one's, sweet one's lap—

I adjure you, happy lovers,
If you sometime, somewhere see her,
Tell her, tell her, how I love her,
How my heart for her is yearning!