Classic Poem

Speak not to me of parting here—
I will not have it so!
One of us may in some dread year,
Some year of chill and snow,
Pass on, but part? By all above,
That we shall never do,
For you are all myself, my Love,
And I am one with you!

You may be called to some far spot,
On some blest errand bent,
And leave me here to moan my lot
In grievous discontent,
But parted? Never! Dire defeat
Dogs those who'd make us two,
For you are all myself, my Sweet,
And I am one with you!

My spirit intertwines with yours,
And yours is woof of mine,
And long as Love itself endures
'Twill find therein a shrine.
No earthly chance can tear apart,
Nor sever tie so true,
Whilst you are all myself, my Heart,
And I am one with you!