Classic Poem

Sent by the sov'reign lord to sway
The farthest lands that own his might,
To Koshi's wilds I came away,
Where stretch the snows all wintry white.

And now five years are past and gone,
And still I sleep on widowed bed,
Nor loose my belt, nor, being thus lone,
May pillow on thine arm my head,

But as a solace for my heart,
Before my dwelling, pinks I sow,
And lilies small, with gard'ner's art
Ta'en from the summer moor below;

And never can I leave the house
And see them flow'ring, but I think
On when I'll see my lily spouse,
My spouse as fair as any pink.

Sweet dreams of love! ah! came ye not
The anguish of mine heart to stay,
In this remote and savage spot
I could not live one single day.