Classic Poem

My love whose heart is tender said to me,
" A moon lacks light except her sun befriend her.
Let us keep tryst in heaven, dear Friend, " said she,
My love whose heart is tender.

From such a loftiness no words could bend her:
Yet still she spoke of " us " and spoke as " we, "
Her hope substantial, while my hope grew slender.

Now keeps she tryst beyond earth's utmost sea,
Wholly at rest, tho' storms should toss and rend her;
And still she keeps my heart and keeps its key,
My love whose heart is tender.