Classic Poem

Yes, somewhere far off on the ocean,
A lover is sailing to me —
A beautiful lover! Nurse found him
To-night in my cup, after tea.

Whenever the cruel wind whistles,
I 'll think of that ship on the sea,
And tremble with terror lest something
May happen quite dreadful to me.

And then, when the moon rises softly,
I hardly can sleep in my glee,
For I 'll know that its beautiful splendor
Is lighting my lover to me.

But oh, if he should come! Why, Nursey,
I 'd hide like a mouse. Deary me!
What nonsense it is! But you should n't
Be finding such things in my tea.