Classic Poem

Go seek the shore to learn her lore,
That great old mystic Sea:
With list'ning ear you'll surely hear
The great waves sigh, " Ah, me! "

The great old wood holds a harper good:
A mighty ode sings he;
While his harp sings in thousand strings,
The burden is, " Ah, me! "

A glorious sight are the orbs of light
In Heaven's wide azure sea;
Yet to our cry they but reply,
With long deep sigh, " Ah, me! "

And Death and Time, in march sublime,
Stay not to question'd be;
The hosts they bore to the dreamless shore
Return no more — " Ah, me! "