Classic Poem

I.

I part with thee, but leave thee not,
Thy beauty haunteth every spot,
To which my wandering steps may turn;
Thy bright dark eyes before me burn,
And with fond glances ever bless my lot.

II.

My dreams incessantly display
Thy fairy form; and in the day
I see it " in my mind's eye " still —
My joy in joy, my hope in ill —
A bliss that seems not formed to pass away.

III.

Thus is thy power omnipotent,
And blesseth with a like content,
When I am with thee or afar;
And thou art even as a star
Of Peace and Blessing to my bosom sent.