Classic Poem

Out in the lone night's moonless marge,
One star, not greatly bright or large,
Bends down to me and smiles afar —
My star.
One tree that morn with music fills
Swings out its strong arms to the hills,
And beckons, as it seems, to me —
My tree.

And oft in dreams, before my eyes,
The walls of a sweet home arise,
A lowly cot beside the foam —
My home.
And far, oh, very far away,
One soul shall come to me some day,
One heart shall yearn for human love —
My love.
And some day, by the mystic sea,
Beneath my star, near my lone tree,
Dear heart, my happy home shall be —