Classic Poem

Who would go roving
Far from his love,
Banish his loving,
Wearily move?
Give me the heart that is mine for to-day,
To-morrow I care not what life takes away!

Give me the smiling
Eyes of my heart,
The sorrow-exiling
Sweets of love's art;
Give me the joys that are mine for to-day,
To-morrow I care not what life takes away!

Turn from me never,
Friend of my soul,
And the hopes sever,
In thy control;
Then may I move o'er the land and the sea,
Still dreaming so fondly of love and of thee!

Speak to me kindly,
While I remain,
Gaze on me mildly,
Ease me of pain;
Then shall be joy, and to part without sorrow,
Remembering thy mercy on the lone morrow!