Classic Poem

Glide merrily on, my little skiff,
O'er waves lit up by Luna's smile,
There lies no shoal or rugged cliff
Between thee and yon fairy Isle.

Skim lightly o'er the glittering tide,
The stars shall be our lamp the while,
And bear me quickly to the side
Of her I love on yonder Isle.

The Miser doats upon his store,
And dreams the Warrior's heart beguile,—
If fate bestows, I'll ask no more
Than her who lives on yonder Isle.

Glide merrily on, my little skiff,
O'er waves lit up by Luna's smile,
There lies no shoal or rugged cliff
Between thee and yon fairy Isle.

Skim lightly o'er the glittering tide,
The stars shall be our lamp the while,
And bear me quickly to the side
Of her I love on yonder Isle.

The Miser doats upon his store,
And dreams the Warrior's heart beguile,—
If fate bestows, I'll ask no more
Than her who lives on yonder Isle.