Classic Poem

My thoughts to thee, O friend of mine,
Are ever going,
Like the glad rills that, singing through the pine,
Are swiftly flowing;
Bearing the soft perfume
Of fir and lily bloom,
Unto the river,
And with a thousand sweets,
From love-enthroned retreats
Enamored quiver.

My life with thine, O friend of mine,
Is surely blending —
Like the glad rill that, singing from the pine
Finds joyful ending
Oh, that the kindly sun
Would keep us two in one,
Love-bound forever!
Oh, that the kindly breeze,
Would kiss us to the seas,
Parted, oh, never!