Classic Poem

The stars are gleaming far and bright;
The winds are keen and cold;
The woolly flocks, all snowy white,
Are cuddling in the fold.
But in my heart such longing lies—
Bright star of yonder shore!
Oh, look from out the shining skies
And hear me as of yore!

The world is wrapped in slumber deep,
All other hearts at rest,
While mine, too aching full for sleep,
Keeps up its lonely quest.
And still my prayers in ardor rise
And climb up more and more—
Oh, bend from out the starry skies
And kiss me as of yore!

Oh, what has Love to do with years,
Or Death to do with Love!
Can Time o'er-rule a lover's tears
Or dim those stars above?
Still, still, up to yon Paradise
My song should nightly soar—
Oh, fly from out those lovely skies
And love me as of yore!