Classic Poem

I.

Float on — float on thou lofty bark,
A distant harbour's thine;
At eve, the red sun be thy mark,
At morn, the pale moon-shine, —
For on the shore, beneath yon sky,
A longing heart beats hastily.

II.

Float on — float on, nor sea, nor wind,
Impede thy progress there;
Thou now convey'st a heart as kind,
As human breast can wear. —
Go, waves! and when you reach the shore,
Say, you but shortly come before.

III.

Ye soft winds, filtered through these sails,
Which make you still more kind;
Whisper, an anxious one bewails,
You leave him here behind, —
For if he could, he'd fly with thee,
And leave this Barque upon the sea.