Classic Poem

Lord of Elbi, on Elbi hill
The mist is thick and the wind is chill
And the heart of thy Friend from the dawn of day
Has sighed for sorrow that thou went away.

Lord of Elbi, how pleasant to me
The sound of thy blithesome step would be
Rustling the heath that only now
Waves as the night-gusts over it blow.

Bright are the fires in thy lonely home
I see them far off, and as deepens the gloom
Gleaming like stars through the high forest-boughs
Gladder they glow in the park's repose.

O Alexander! when I return
Warm as those hearths my heart would burn,
Light as thine own, my foot would fall
If I might hear thy voice in the hall.

But thou art now on desolate sea--
Parted from Gondal and parted from me--
All my repining is hopeless and vain,
Death never yields back his victims again.