Classic Poem

'T was on a moonshine night like this, we took our last farewell;
And as he gave his parting kiss, I felt my bosom swell;
He said, " Adieu, my Caroline, " but I said not a word;
Yet never heart was fond like mine, — how wild that dark bush stirred!

The moon was round, the moon was bright, the moon was riding high;
It was just such a pleasant night, and he was standing by:
The sweet bird sung his roundelay, he mocked me all night long;
'T is winter, and he's flown away, or I should hear his song.

The moon looks down upon the spring, — she cannot melt it though;
The pretty bird has spread his wing, — he does not love the snow;
The winds blow hard, — they say, at sea, such winds will raise a storm;
I wish my love was here by me, — my heart would keep him warm.

I have a hat of straw for thee; I wove it, and I wept
To think thou wert so far at sea, and I the toy have kept.
I made a basket, which I filled with lilies to the brim;
But plucking them their beauty killed, and so I thought of him .

They say the moon loves such as I, — her love is very cold;
She floats so softly through the sky, I'd take her down and fold
My cloak around her snowy face, and warm her on my heart; —
O, no! she needs a warmer place! — How could we ever part!

What can my heart have done, to make me love so much the moon?
My fingers are so cold, they ache, — I shall be frozen soon:
I would not love my lover so, — my tears are never dry;
I hear him call, and I must go, — and so, sweet moon, good by.