Classic Poem

It matters not how far I fare,
Or in what land I bide,
Your voice sings ever on the air,
Your face shines at my side.

For me each crimson flower that slips
Its velvet sheath of green
Yields the remembrance of your lips
With all their sweets between.

Your hair is in the dusk that lies
Around me when I rest;
My only stars are your dear eyes,
Love's own and loveliest.

Happy am I, though far apart
From all that makes life dear:
Love dwells contented in my heart,
Exiled yet always near.

Then take my message, Sweet, and know
How far your love has flown
To cheer and bless your lover, so
Lonely, but not alone:

I send it from the drowsy South,
A dream of my delight,
A message to your rosebud mouth —
A kiss, and a good-night!