Classic Poem

I have a wish I dare not name
A wish I may not tell
But if thy bosom beats the same
Thy first guess aye may tell
I have a grief thats fain to flye
To find a place of rest
& could you love as well as I
That spot were easy guest

If life can own a thing so fair
To lift our love so high
That time & trouble cannot tire
& triumph when we die
If ere a thought earths joys can give
With death may ever be
Those that in other worlds shall live
Will be the thoughts of thee