Classic Poem

Oh , my day is lone. May every day be fair to you!—
Shining like the moon you are, too far to see.
But I ease my heart with singing all my care to you,
Where I cannot grieve you with the grief in me.

Here I wait and work; and never catch a gleam of you,
And you never feel my longing, over-sea.
Ah, but Blessèd Eyes, such comfort's in the dream of you,
I can stay my heart to earn the joy for you and me!