Classic Poem

At sunset time so long ago —
Ah, long ago! Ah, hearts of woe! —
We numbered in the shoreless West
The cloud-born Islands of the Blest,
And sought the one we once would know.

O'er seas serene of opal glow,
With softened thoughts we urged the quest
Till Night's far whisper bade us rest
At sunset time.

And now, tho' left alone, and tho'
Through tears the Isles but dimly show,
We seek, still seek the purple crest
Where, waiting, She hath made her nest,
And Hope — for She would have it so —
At sunset time.