Classic Poem

Jean — my Jean — with the eyes of light
An the beautiful, soft brown hair,
D'ye know that I'm longin' for you to-night —
For your lips, — for the clasp of your hand so white,
An' the thrill o' your voice so dear?

Jean — my Jean — of the glances bright,
Where the smile shines through the tear,
D'ye know that I'm callin' to you to-night
Where the seagulls cry like ghosts in flight,
An' the dark falls lone an' drear?

Jean — my Jean — where the snow drifts white
Through the answerless, icy air, —
Ah, would to God you were here to-night,
Braiding your beautiful tresses of light,
An' that I were lying there!