Classic Poem

Where the latest rays of evening shone
The wide sea spread unbroken;
By the fisherman's lonely hut alone
We sat, and no word was spoken.

The waves did heave, the mists did rise,
The gulls were coming and going,
And from thy tender loving eyes
The silent tears were flowing.

I bent my knee to touch thy hand,
Thy tears were falling on it;
I drank up from thy snowy hand
The tears that fell upon it.

Since then my body wastes away,
Desire my bosom sears,
The witch has poisoned me for aye
With her unholy tears.