Classic Poem

O! wert thou but with me,
In yon dark vessel free,
That o'er the moon-lit sea
Cleaves her way:
O were it only mine
From scenes in which we pine
To bear thee o'er the brine
Far away!

On ocean's ample breast
Beneath Night's starry vest
All else but us at rest,
Thou and I,
Of every mutual pain
Together might complain,
And unbetrayed remain,
No one by.

Thus lifting Memory's pall
From this dark life, all, all,
The past we should recall
With it's woes.
And then what could we crave,
Of Heaven and the wave
But a harbour or a grave