Classic Poem

How can I wait till these long days are past
Before I rest my eyes on thy dear face!
Where art thou, love? O I would follow fast
If but some power would guide me to the place!
Canst thou not tell me by some spirit's grace?
For surely there are spirits, as of old,
Who joy love's glowing message to unfold

Speak but my name, and the kind breeze will bear
The sweet sound, like a perfume, through the space;
And I shall wander forth, knowing not where,
But surely shall I come unto the place
Where thou dost stand, and gaze into thy face
For if thou lovest me as I love thee,
These unseen powers our friends will always be