Classic Poem

Farewell, my love; though far apart
To-night our spirits meet;
In thought I press thee to my heart,
And 'gainst it feel thine beat.
To-morrow's eve will see me far
Upon the Ocean's swell,
And all alone with moon and star;
Farewell, my love, farewell!

All through the dark and stormy night
I sit and think of thee.
Hath slumber closed thine eyes so bright
Or dost thou watch with me?—
Too well I know thy sleepless fears,
The wind it bears thy sighs,
The rain is like the bitter tears
Thou pourest from thine eyes.

O peace, my love, and let safe sleep
Lie calm upon thy breast;
Forget thy sorrows, cease to weep,
And lay thy heart to rest.
In yon' new world I seek a home
Far, far from England's shore;
Wait but a while and thou shalt come,
With me to weep no more!