Classic Poem

MORNING -S TAR of drear November,
Peering o'er yon wild lagoon,
Last thy radiance I remember,
Sparkling on that eve in June,

As we two came forth together,
From the porch with roses pied,
Blushed I, when he asked me whether
I would be a sailor's bride

Then, invoking thy soft splendour
Lingering in the pale blue West,
Words he whispered, true and tender,
Till I sank upon his breast.

With the twilight, ah, he vanished,
Vanished to return in May.
Oh, 'tis sad to love one banished
To the ocean's desert way!

But though day thy lustre hideth,
Star of love! from morn to night
In the deep lagoon abideth
Still thine image, truthful, bright.

And though far his bark be riding
Friendly sea or stormy wave,
In my heart's deep springs abiding
Shines his image fair and brave.